[u]As the half-machine monstrosity turns to face the voice, the large statured twelve-foot body of Balthazar looms overhead her. Without his armor covering up most of the elder warrior's body, every scar and burn is visible as long as his body is uncovered. Burns and long gashes taken out from battles long ago adorn the every visible part of the man, the war-torn surface obviously tracing into the parts of his body covered by a large leather tunic and pants. His bald head shines in the streetlight's glow, the long white braided beard that flows down from his face covering most of the scars on his neck and lower jaw. Across his face is a look of such utter sadness that the normally warm embers that surround him have dulled in light, his face pale and drained of all color.[/u] "[i]We were once enemies, and then allies. You gave up your soul to repair mine when I was prepared to lose it in a battle with the soul of cinder. You sacrificed yourself, and I thought...[/i]" [u]Tears have started to stream down the old mans face as he falls to his knees, emotions taking over his normally cheerful or rough demeanor.[/u]