The Slayer called Son of Wrath stalks into the city irritably.  A big, powerful man, his dull red hair, gleaming red eyes, and broad shoulders might have put a particularly learned demonologist in mind of an erymanthus...but the weighty grimcleaver he carried over one shoulder was rather more noteworthy.  It had probably belonged to some Sidereal Exalt once, but the corroded starmetal edge now glimmered with the light of dying Malfean stars.<br/><br/>With his free hand, he seizes the first passer-by by the arm.  "I'm looking for a man."  Wrath describes the Defiler Velius in brief.  "Tell me where to find him."  His weapon arm tenses, making it clear that there will be<em>consequences</em>if he doesn't like the answer.