He looked up through his hanging bangs and noticed another fur in the hall with him, an air of strange quality around him, suddenly, he caught a scent and picked his head up slowly, "ah yes, those whom fall from the sky are those who shall meet their ends." He grinned heavilly and began to laugh, "isnt that right, isnt that what the prophet shouted to the starving masses as the heavens above were aflame?" he stood up a bit straighter, swaying in place, his eyes flaring white, "Answer me, son of the Redeemer, answer me" he walked forward slowly, his hands curling up into gnarled fists, "such a day as this to meet you, such a day as this to dance shoulder to shoulder with a demon, such a day as this to claim that you have seen the eyes of the Newcomer....... Yenes Ulrimor jetnemes......Fur?