The hall's lit centre is suddenly engulfed in a whirling cloud of smoke, the sounds of howling wind surging through the room. When the smoke fades Avithyr is gone, and in his place stands a tall man with long, pitch-black hair. He is wearing a black long-coat in the same style as Avithyr's, but unlike Avithyr he keeps it closed. It has a large amount of insignias, crests, medals and miscellaneous marks of honor or service sewed onto its chest. His facial features are sharp and his gaze is keen, his azure-blue eyes slowly scouting their surroundings. He has the aura of someone with a fierce intellect. His hands are not bound, and there is nothing visibly restricting his movement. His voice is deep and smooth. "Good evening."