The man in front of you exuded power, it was nearly suffocating, the way his deep green eyes bore into your form, and that scar, something told you that the man before you was the man from that day. Though your memory was hazy, you were sure that you'd had a hand in killing him ten years ago. So how was he in front of you now? Almost seemingly...Checking you out?

"The old wench never mentioned that there'd be such pretty dolls in this providence." he says after a moment.