With the red lens pressed to his left eye it took but a moment to spot the heat that the body gave off. Jahar, who would normally be all but impossible to see while hidden in the darkness of the opening, shone brightly through the red tinted lens. The man was near identical in body composition to Nicoli, perhaps slightly taller, but he couldn't be for sure at this distance, while staring up through his magic item.

Before he lowered his left hand, Nicoli shifted through the other three lenses on the necklace in a matter of seconds. It was only after he settled on the blue tinted lens that he shifted his view to the old mans head, his mouth open wide in a silent scream and eyes froze wide in terror. Again, displeasure coursed through the Veiled-One, who viewed creating death as an art, not as...well... whatever this was, he wasn't sure. A massacre maybe? 

He shifted his view back to the man above him, standing at the top of the stairs in the open space of the door frame. Through his blue tinted gaze he let the magic of the lens do its work and show him any magical auras that surrounded the man or his weapons. While Nicoli wouldn't be able to devise the purpose of any such items or enchantments with the lens, it would, if given a several moments, allow him to garner what sort of magic was at work.

"You are Sahir'Ka." He stated, his voice carrying on the night sky easily enough. Nicoli assumed they were alone, for only death could be this still, this silent. With his right hand he gestured at the handful of corpses that littered the ground. "The Red Butcher." He clarified, knowing the man likely wouldn't understand the pseudo-language the Veiled-Ones had been developing for themselves.