[u]Turning his body towards the woman, the beady eyes of the crow mask focus on her face. Sweeping his cape aside, the figure moves his hand towards a large kukiri-like dagger attached too his waist. Cocking his head in concern and possible caution, he speaks in a cold, monotone voice as if she's not there.[/u] "[i]What would a maiden as herself be doing out wandering the streets on the night of the hunt, might I wonder? Were she simply unlucky enough to be locked out as the sun went down, or is there something more sinister at work?[/i]" [u]His long, bony fingers caress the handle of the blade, the black gloves wiping small bits off blood off from the previous encounter.[/u]