In response to Ivy's angry challenge toward whatever lurked in the darkness, the cawing of several ravens sounded, and a moment later the figure of a deathly pale, tall and skeletally-thin man stepped forth from the darkness just beyond the shadows, garbed in blackened leather armor with two ravens perched upon his shoulders - one with keen amethyst-colored eyes, the other with eyes the color of blood and an air of mischief about it. In his hands he carried a lantern burning with a baleful green flame the flickered to life once he was fully visible, speaking with a voice that had a hollow echo.<br/><br/>"My apologies, ladies. I mean you no harm. It is simply wise to observe before approaching others in this accursed fog. And even so, i only came to warn you of the danger that draws close to you as we speak."<br/><br/>He stopped at the boundary of the campfire's light, and right away Ivy could see that this was no mortal man. His eyes were pale orbs that shone in the light, reflecting the green of his lantern, and he had an undeniable air of mystery and power about him.