[u]A dark look filled Balthazar's eyes as his expression because hardened and serious, a frown spreading across his burned and scarred face. Flames that flicker and dance across his armor begin to burn fiercely in the cold, an aura of heat surrounding the massive giant. He moves his hand on her shoulder to her chin, moving her face up so she looked him in his eyes. A dark flame burns in his pupils, reflecting the anger welling up throughout his body. Embers float around his mass, violently swarming about his body. He stares at her with a serious look of somebody who was prepared to do anything before he finally broke the howling silence of the biting wind. His voice has become hardened and filled with anger, all tones of compassion or comfort gone in the blink of an eye.[/u] "[i][b]Olivia, my darling granddaughter... What has this man done to you to bring you down into the pits of depression and anger? Tell your grandfather. You have nothing to fear from me.[/b][/i]"