<em>Time to be dramatically cliche.</em><br/><br/>He stood at his edge of the bridge, staff out and he was leaning lazily against it, as if he was expecting to meet an old friend, not an army. He has defensive spells on him, nothing more, though he would show as a powerful mage, to anyone that cast detect magic on him. He watched the army approach, and then used a minor cantrip to make his voice louder, before saying, "And what purpose brings such a host to the edge of my home?"<br/><br/>He idly grins, and wondered what Gandalf the Grey would have tried against an army, rather than a single demon. He is completely suppressing his divine nature, and with a god of equal or more power looking directly at him for it, no one else would know what he was, other than a magic user.