Nightingale's eyes glisten blue and he feels some fear writhe around in his chest. He lifts his head slightly and makes a deep rumbling sound in his throat. [i]I am Nightingale, the last Ahamkara. I hoped that I was hidden away enough that no one would find me easily, but it seems I was mistaken. Perhaps it was my silver scales...[/i] Night's eyes glow a bright cyan as he examines the girl ahead of him. He cannot determine whether she poses a threat to him or not. He prepares his flames in case she decides to attack him.