[center][b] Das the Foreigner[/b][/center]

	The brow of Das furrowed at the mention of his name, but his fox-like grin did not diminish. He had been many places, met many people, and he knew he was eventually going to run right back into past acquaintances he had graced or rather even ungraced in his many adventures. His animalistic amber eyes danced along the shadowy figures in front of him. Aided by his glowing vision and a knack for remembering faces, Das found it easy to point out the person in front of him with the utmost accuracy and near photographic remembrance, “who the hell are you?” 

Ignoring the plea for clothes, Das took a few confident steps forward, just to get a better look.