Ragen could have attempted stealth but he wasn't very good at it so he decided to just approach the man he knew he would be fighting. He was aware the man was eastern in descent and so probably came with some code of honour, as Ragen did himself in the northen mountains. The man seemed to be talking to himself but it could have been some sort of prayer, Ragen didn't really care. He rubbed his hands together and leaned on a gravestone about 15 feet away from the man squinting his eyes in the relatively dim torchlight in the night sky.

[color=0072bc]Excuse me sir, my name is Ragen Meverall, are you the beast master? I've spent a while looking for you now.[/color]

Ragen tapped his staff against the grave that he was now standing next to and the jewel upon the top of it lit up, illuminating a wide space around the summoner with a pale purple glow. Ragen's eyes were beginning to glow too, a subtle blue behind his natural grey eyes. He put his hood up and slowly and casually walked a little closer still keeping over 10 feet between them.

[color=0072bc]Ive been sent to test you, which sadly in this context will probably result in great injury or death, but there is no way around it I'm afraid. These are Orders from the Arkashe Elders and I cant ignore them, lest they take away more powers, so nothing personal.[/color]

Ragen grabbed his staff with both hands and assumed his stance, he didn't move at all, just focused his eyes on his now very visible target.

[color=0072bc]I am trained in Ark-At style staff combat, I'm not a master but I am competent, whenever you are ready sir, we can engage.[/color]

The cold wind of the cemetery settled into a cool breeze as if it was in anticipation of the upcoming clash.