*Demanar in his usual beat up looking attire makes his way down a busy street in a large city its name unknown to him. Demanar senses the presence of power. Instantly his persistant curiousity kicks in and he finds the source. He can see from a distance the scene involving the power he senses. He quickly makes his way into the building next to him and finds a second story window just above the figures seemingly arguing. He feels like making an entrance to shake things up a bit so he drops from the window and lands on his feet directly next to the lonely dagger involved. He picks the weapon up and decides to speak in a semi sarcastic tone-*

"so, who's might this be?"

*He grips the handle and looks at every one present. He walks closer to the women and notices some dry blood on her neck.*

"what happened there? Was it one of these two?"

*He feels a slight chill come over him and can hardly hear words of beconing that are not all understandible in his head. He flinches a little and looks at the nicely dressed man before him*

"What's the occasion?"