Other than a few large windows exposing her to the world the hallway was empty. A few doors on her right lay closed and a stairway leading down sat at the end of the hall.<br/><br/>Unfortunately Selariel had no time to investigate the doors or stairs as the sound of solid metal hitting hollow metal echoed forth in response to her opening the door; a crude but effective alarm system apparently meant to alert someone of the door having been opened. Moments after the makeshift alarm sounded the footsteps moved to the stairs and, before the young sorceress had time to react, a man caught sight of her as he came up the stairs.<br/><br/>"You're finally awake." the man stated. His voice was as cold as his hard stare as he ran his eyes along Selariel's body. He was tall with broad shoulders and a lean overall figure. He lacked hair upon his head and carried a long scar running across his cheek to the bottom of his ear. Though not particularly muscular the man carried a somewhat imposing air about him likely due to his icy but confident stance and expression.<br/><br/>"I was beginning to wonder if I had wasted my time with patching you up." the doctor continued as he removed his gloves and placed them in the pocket of his long coat, "After all a dead woman can't exactly repay me for my kindness."