There were several "normal" things about him- he was tall and athletic in build, wavy black hair, single color neutral clothes, though the inside of the black cloak had a brilliant red that gave a little pop. But there were several unusual things, too. It might've been the trick of a nearby street lamp, but his eyes definitely seemed red; there were the gauntlets he wore on each forearm, with the air of an experienced swordsman carrying his favorite blade at his hip. But most of all, the little peek of sharp teeth at the corners of his mouth as he spoke.

If he knew he was being scrutinized he let it slip, instead nodding at the reply, resting one hand on his hip.

"Good. Hate to say it but there's always something in a big city like this, damn pack is just one of the latest."