Revan

Revan clicked his tongue as the man disappeared, not truly caring but still slightly vexed at being refused a kill. He was about to turn and leave when the local law enforcement saw fit to arrest [i]him[/i]. Normally Revan would choose the paty of least resistance and just go with them, but he was freezing his ass of in the middle of ass-fucking-nowhere, so his thinking is more along the lines of "How many bones am to going to have to break right now to get these nuisances to leave", when some random person intervened, ordering them to follow. Seeing as how attacking the police would've gotten him arrested, something he'd like to avoid, he simply followed them. He was also curious as to who this mysterious benefactor was and why they had an interest in this matter. 

When the benefactor had stopped, she'd find Revan following behind at a more sedate pace, yet still rather fast, he seemed in no real hurry. He would stop right in front of them, looking down at them with a mixture of curiosity and annoyance.

"Okay then, while I thanl you for saving those men from immense pain and probable death at my hands, I've lived long enough to be wary of nameless benefactors, especialky when they dress like you do. Hardly the garb of a good samaritan." Revan cracked his neck, ferling it stiffen in the cold now that he was standing still. His eyes flashed a dark shade of red for a moment as he gazed at his surroundings in disgust. "I fucking hate the North." He said, more to himself than anyone else.

[@Feisty-Pants]