The door opened to show a tall man with chainshirt on him, as well as a longsword at his side. This man had a familiar looking short fellow hanging off his shoulder. His overcoat was torn and tattered, splattered with blood, and a dagger-holster at his right side held a pair of wands in it, sticking the ends out somewhat.<br/><br/>"I came as soon as I got the news." He spoke seriously, looking at Marric. His right eye was grey, unseeing, a scar over it showing someone had hit his face in the past, rather harshly. What's more, this man had a feel of danger around him as he moved. Like a tiger on prowl, his every movement was enough to give the impression of a predator. Strong, powerful muscles but lithe, graceful movement, a fit toned body and looks of age and wisdom it had brought, but also cruel willingness to use force as necessary.<br/><br/>"For killing these men, I don't think I can let you walk out alive from here." His tone was almost apologetic. "I don't enjoy harming women, but I'm also aware a woman adventurer is even more dangerous than a man. They're easier to underestimate, often fatally."