Jahar snorted a short laugh.  "The Red Butcher...."  He said the words slowly, as though mulling them over, as he stepped out into the moonlight, reaching up with one hand to undo the clasp of his cloak as he did.  He let the heavy garment slide off his shoulders and onto the landing at the top of the broad stair.  In the red tinted silver light the dried blood upon his clothing was black as the night sky itself, standing out against even the dark colored cloth.  "I think I actually rather like that one."  

The callous killer began his way down the steps slowly, casually, his posture oozing confidence, looking almost at home in the macabre scene.  "I've been called many names, but I can assure you that I'm the man you're here to see."  His lips twitched upward in a smile, as though amused by a private joke, then he gestured about himself at their surroundings.  "Do you approve of my choice of location?  It was far too noisy earlier in the day, but I've since remedied that."

While his attitude and demeanor were nonchalant, Jahar's eyes were intent as he descended, taking in the assassin's size and build, what equipment he could see, and noting the many small pouches upon his belt.  For the hundredth time that day, a jolt of excitement coursed through him.  The reputation of the Veiled Ones was impeccable, and he was curious to see if the truth lived up to the tales; surely this man would be skilled enough to sate his....appetites for a time.  At least he fervently hoped so.

If Nicoli chose to continue to simply view Jahar through the lens during his descent, he would be given ample time to discern the maximum level of information regarding the various magical implements he carries before he reached the bottom of the stairs, just as he finished his question.  Most prominent would likely be the auras surrounding the strange daggers hung in their odd sheathes at his hips, with somewhat less powerful auras emanating from a necklace, the sword upon his back, his belt, another oddly shaped sheathe hung above the left dagger, and of course his left eye.  There would currently be no magic emanating from the Blackvine tattoos, though the moonlight was strong enough to see them clearly with the naked eye.