"Touché, Zane." Said the smooth sounding man. A figure seemed to rise from the shadows and enter the light of the campfire. It was a man, Zane could see. He was Zane's height and wore black clothing. He had dark black slick looking boots that had dark black baggy pants that were tucked into them. He had a long waisted torso wear that was black and had belts across it that had a dozen small knives all lined up. The shirt was slimmer and had dark fur around the neckline where the man's dark black hood came from. He wore a face mask, but Zane could make out his brown eyes from under the hood. His sleeves were baggy like his pants and they tucked into a vambrace that lead into a snug glove on both arms. He looked at Zane, then he simply sat down by the fire.