"Ostan, Your taste in a meeting place is rather... unusual." Says Brimstone as he traverses the mist. His armor was replaced with a short sleeves heavy robe, revealing the tapestry of scars interlaced with the warding tattoos on his arms. " But if mouth was willing to deal with yoy I see not why I could not. Even if your friend likes hiding as much that bastard Armageddon."