[i]Alon's golden brown eyes shone with a silver tint in the dying moonlight of the night as the bright white satellite made it's way down towards the horizon. They narrowed in on the figure; and as one who's seen combat, the man knew he was being analyzed, sized up. The mage turned the rest of his body to face the figure and as he did, millions of possibilities ran through his head. Assassin, authourities, old friend, new foe. All were legitimate, and for each one he came up with combat plans and escape strategies in an instant; all while keeping a straight face. Though the database said otherwise, the mage looked around 23. And coincidentally, the database also didn't have an age or "real name". The only name listed was Alonfé. The backstory was labeled fake, and his credentials were all snippets of audio recordings or records of things he'd done; pretty damn impressive things. Heck, not even the species was correct; question marks were dotted around the page more than actual words. For all he knew, the whole thing could've been made up. The only thing that seemed legitimate, though, were the stories. Before he could continue on, Alon spoke.[/i] Yeah. Yeah I am. Blowing a little steam, y'know. We all need to do it once in a while. If you're worried about the trees, I'll grow 'em up again when I'm done. Though, I'm a little curious about you. Your name, sir?