[i]The source would be..[/i] "For fuсk's sake, this one's remotely competent." [i]The rather regular, albeit masked individual would say, his lighthearted voice muffled by the heartless, oaken face that was strapped to his head, bounded by strings woven into his very flesh. How he would eat or drink was a question, though it would have to be saved for later, as the man would drop down to face Cain. His being was cloaked in a tattered black shawl, yet glimmerings of shiny white metal broke throughout the coat. A member of the Tribune, and the supposed attacker.. yet he had no weapon, instead strolling towards Cain as if he were a fellow.[/i] "My, MY! You aren't like the little furry girl. Her name was Alpha.. Alex. No, you're Cain. The greatest warrior of the Coldbournes, the might of Tywin, I believe? I thought you'd be taller. Here's a suggestion, Cainy - tell your bitсh redhead to sod off, will you? Enough have died for her lunacy." [i]...He was clearly mad. Not in an angered way.. though it was something, that he could know information about one before they had even spoken, yet it was clear that he kept complete eye contact with Cain.[/i]