The man noticed this aura of darkness and immediately went through his standard analysis. [i]Abbatial? Possibly. Only they could create a relic that harbours such... Dark radiance. Only one way to make sure.[/i] He jumps into a unique fighting stance: legs spread apart in a fencer's gait and hands poised over his waisted armaments like a desperado ready for a quick draw. "Are you with the Abbatial? I sense something... Dark. No matter. Tell me where the boy is and there will be no further bloodshed. But Mark my words, if you do not hand me the boy unharmed or anytime soon, blood will pour down the streets and Auburn Steppes will be a laughable matter compared to -" He paused, catching himself. The fire in his eyes died a bit as he regained his composure. "My pardon. Who are you and where am I?"