"Good day to you." a rough voice spoke from behind the daeva and seraphim. The speaker was a tall man in black leather armor and a black hooded cloak, a wickedly curved sabre belted to his waist. As the man approached them, he pulled back the hood of his cloak. He was human, quite obviously. His face was somewhat brutish, with a slightly low brow, a broad chin and a long jaw. Three deep, parallel scars ran across the right side of his face, and he bore a cast to his right eye, the white of it gleaming in the light.
"I assume you're the one called Neon?" he asked in a casual tone.