Arthfael watched the carnage before him, he watched around five hundred eladrins laying splattered, broken and killed across the bone filled battlefield where now fiends, fallen celestials and valkyries finished off any survivors and collected their own trophies from this victory. Then he sees the odd event where blood pools together and from it walks...a man who appears have oriental appearance. Arthfael observes what man is up to from his perch, atop one enormous ivory white bloodstained finger bone in edge of battlefield which through man is walking. The man draws stares from demons, some curious and some hungering. Often than not his potential pupils or visitors are randomly attacked by his minions who want to test their might against intruder. He does not forbid expect when he expects someone very least. But he himself does not leap down and get close to the man, he after all could come meet one another pupil or one his minions somereason.