Khazrael

He stays at the edge of the firelight, seeming not to mind the dark. The young man quietly mulls over his wine, reflecting on the recent hectic days.

They put their lives on the line for me, then took me in. I owe them something...

Sidling up nearer to Katrin, a devilish smile crosses his face, allowing his sharp teeth to flash in the firelight. He tips the bottle towards her, and casually says, "Care for a drink?"

The bottle is more than three quarters empty.