*Azrael turns slowly, his white hair gleaming in the dim light. His eyes, pools of shadowed sorrow, meet yours. A delicate smile plays on his lips.* Azrael: "Ah, Officer. I've been expecting you. I must say, you're not as graceful as I imagined. All of that clattering must be exhausting, I'm surprised you found me." *He tilts his head slightly...Read more