[Fluffie]

His grip on the torch he had picked earlier tightened. This man either just didn't care, or was related to Vicotnik, somehow. He took a few steps forward, swiftly closing the gap between himself and the man. He stared right into the man's eyes, squinting his own.

"Who are you anyway."

By asking the question, he resisted the urge to smash the burning end of his torch into the man's face. He made sure his voice didn't sound friendly though.

(ooc This sceptre of demons thingy isn't in the room?)