<div class="floatleft">(http://www.dfwd20.com/photopost/data/522/medium/Human_Fighter1.jpg)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: edwardian;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 2.65em;">Alfreic Slate, Soldier</span></span><br/><em>In the company of a devil and Ms. Ashley; HP 18 (Current 10)</em><br/></strong><hr/><br/>Alfreic was in the throes of dangerous passion and torrid hatred, and he looked it. At once, he appeared bewildered and wild, his eyes narrowed savagely into two pits of tormented fire.  His nostrils flared dangerously as his mouth was curved into a horrendous snarl.  The language of his body was violent, and sweat surged from his exposed pores, making him appear wet and shiny. He literally towered over Ashley, lumbering over her like an umber hulk.  But at the sound of Ashley's voice, he was... affected, and his nature altered considerably.  His shoulders narrowed, his veins ceased pumping desperately, and the doombringer's visage became more like a hawk's instead of a tiger's.<br/><br/>"I am... surprised to find you here," he said very carefully.  He turned to look around him, feigning disinterest in the face of extreme paranoia.   "I do not know what you mean," he said finally.  Indeed, Ashley's words seemed to decrease his confidence in his sanity. Her words made no sense to him, try as he might to allocate meanings to her statements.