[b][i]A man who fit the description of a fantasy elf had entered. He donned ballistics armour, as he spun a butterfly knife in his hand, the clicking and clacking of it as it spun enough to unsettle anyone. He walked forward, a clear confidence in his stride as he did. He tossed the blade up, if one looked closely they could see tiny runes inscribed all along the knife. He caught it, closing it as he looked towards both of them.[/i][/b] "Well, both of you sound a good deal grumpy. You two have a long night?" [b][i]He said looking at the two with his lead green eyes as a grin crossed his fair skinned face. His short brown hair shone a little in the sun as he looked at the two.[/i][/b]