The man stood before a busy square, his red eyes flicking from person to person as if memorizing their faces. He had a weapon at his side, clearly displayed as a warning. The jeweled hilt caught the light of a nearby lantern as he shifted, his gaze flicking over your form. At first, he doesn't seem to take any interest in you. You were just another person in the crowd. When his eyes pass over you once more, it's like he can just tell. "Halt," his voice cut through the air. There was no mistaking who he was speaking to.