The man stepped forward, out of the shadows, arms at his sides, near, but not reaching for, his weapon, a longsword hanging from his hip, with a bow slung over his back. He's a handsome, dirty-blond man, but has an air of not caring much for himself about him, and an angry, conflicted expression on his face.<br/><br/>"Figured. Saw you coming up the hill, kept watch after that light show, last night," he said, sounding remarkably calm, despite the small army of assailants, before him. "And what do you plan, after he's dead? To take these lands for yourself?"