Dark silks envelop the man whom stands before you, and while his face is young and he has the look of a gentelman about him, something is off, a age in his eyes, as if he has seen things come to pass that many have not.

He smiles offering a slight nod of his head to those whom pass, prehaps a soft wink or a bit more of a smile to the ladies, but not enought o make a spectical, he is after all, noble.

Maliki Al De'Mon, his name is familar, a General, yes, once you heard of a man leading the Armies of the Dark king, but, that was ages ago , wasnt it... no you must be mistaken, or ... are you...