[i]Althalus[/i]

He immediately stopped as the Naga hissed at him, rather nasty looking scythe at the ready. He held up his hands in a placating manner, close to where one of his throwing knives were hidden. It paid to be careful, after all. The demon spoke next, introducing itself as Tyrael. Althalus chuckled softly behind his mask. [i]Well, they're not trying to separate my spine from my body.[/i] For a moment he was silent, making sure no one was making any moves to try and kill him. "My name is Althalus Marik. I suppose you could say I'm lost. I was on my way to the Twilight College, to become a student, and was in sight of it when the gates closed. Apparently my leisurely pace was far too leisurely. Glancing about, I noticed an unusual sight. A Naga being ridden by a Wood Elf, which I now see wasn't as nearly as interesting as I thought it could be, and a demon talking to them. I could have either tried to clamber the walls and likely get stabbed by the guardsmen, or I could see what was going on over here and probably get attacked by you, Tyrael, or whacked with a tail." He smiled at the Naga, hidden behind his mask. "I chose the more interesting one as I've climbed far more walls than I can count. Even if this one has mages behind it's walls."

He glanced at the Wood Elf, injuries now obvious. "Now that we've both ascertained that the other isn't going to try and kill them, shall we go into the College and get her taken care of, or shall I be glared at by the Naga for a while longer while you take care of the Elf? Personally, I would prefer not to be standing around, waiting for my fate to be decided." Althalus had refrained from mentioning that he was assassin and his business was dealing in death. Best not to tell people who weren't specifically looking for that service. It tended to lead to awkwardness, violence, someone calling the guards, or all three. And as much as Althalus loved to cause casual mischief, the fun had drained out of that particular venture after the first few dozen times. [i]Then again,[/i] He mused, [i]it's fairly easy to guess that I'm involved in death of some sort. The armor isn't exactly inconspicuous and anyone who knows the mask or heard a passing description of it will be able to tell immediately.[/i] He smirked behind his mask. Wouldn't that be amusing? An assassin killed on the one time he wasn't planning on killing anyone for money for a long while. 

As he waited for Tyrael to respond, he turned his gaze to the Naga. She was beautiful, he had to admit, but he refrained from saying that. In his experience(when he wasn't trying to kill them), Naga weren't the type to enjoy compliments. Or much social interaction for that matter. Then again, this one was also going to the Mage College, or at least she had business there. Lowering his hands, he asked, "And who might you be, my dear?" Althalus heard footsteps rapidly approaching him and turned around, the weak sunlight glinting off of the throwing knife he had drawn from it's hiding place in the process. As the thing(which he eventually remembered as a Foreas), tried to speak, Althalus raised both eyebrows, sheathing the knife he had drawn. "Uh...what?" A demon, a Naga, and now a Foreas. This really was turning out to be the more interesting of the two choices.