[i]A sardonic grin crossed his face, and the air around them began to grow humid, the temperature rising rapidly as white fire began to lick at the outline of the stranger. The air grew clouded with mist, the air becoming heavy as more rain evaporated into water vapor.[/i] "[b]Child, if you could survive ever so easily on your own, why did you care when his life was apparently threatened? Why such anger, such fire in you? I don't know who told you you would be safe here with only a rifle and your angry confidence, but they are either ignorant or stupid.[/b]" [i]As fog began to obscure his whole figure, the man swiveled to look to Miles, fixing on this with those fiery blue eyes.[/i] "[b]Young man, if ever you should need shelter, or aid, my doors are as open to you as they are to all. Simply seek the Church on the Mountain, and you'll find me quickly enough. "You need not believe to seek.[/b]" [i]With that, the white outline that had become the only identifier of the man's presence flickered out, and the fog concealed all evidence he'd ever existed in the first place. Cold rain began to fall through, creating streaks of vacant air in the newly formed ground cloud.[/i]