[center][h2] - The Traveler, Hell - [/h2][/center]
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Black polished shoes click on the brimstone floor as a figure in a dark blue pinstriped suit stepped forward into the dim light. With one hand he adjusted a pair of horn-rimmed glasses as he checked a fancy silver clockwork watch of a brand unknown to this world. Simple brown hair framed a relatively unremarkable face. Slightly paler than one might expect, and with a small nose, he struck the figure of the typical businessman. The only departure from this image were the eyes, that practically glowed from behind the pair of glasses. Orbs of azure glass observed the gathering of shady figures, a piercing gaze that gave the impression this strange figure was looking into your soul. 

With a slight smile the Traveller removed his glasses, taking a neatly folded tissue out of his breast pocket and briefly wiping the lenses. Then, with a slight nod to the assembled stranger he took a seat on a chair that had failed to previously make itself apparent, placing his hands on a similarly spontaneous desk. "Why, isn't this rather ironic? Demons summoning humans into hell." Glancing around in the dim light, the Traveller gave each of the others a short looking-over. Each time he would linger on seemingly innocuous details, and smile in a knowing way. It was a smile that would seem warm, were one to ignore his eyes. And it never seemed to waver, regardless of the extraordinary appearances and behaviours of these assembled strangers.

Returning his attention momentarily to the horned figure who had previously spoken, the Traveller addressed his hosts. "My name is of no importance, I find them a limiting label. I also find that figures aesthetically similar to yourselves often find supernatural uses for names that I don't wholly approve of. Call me the Traveller, or just Mr Travis. As for where I'm from, well... I get around." Leaning forward on his self-created seat, the Traveller carefully placed his glasses back on his nose. "Now clearly this isn't a social call and I'm a busy man, so please do elaborate as to what we're all doing here. What is this going to be? Threats, offers, bargains, job interview, information gathering?"

While outwardly displaying no sign of caution, within his own mind the Traveller was quite unsettled. Although quite accustomed to travel between universes, and probably more familiar with the scale of the Multiverse than most, he had yet to be 'summoned' in quite such an audacious manner. Certainly any being capable of such a feat was not to be taken lightly, and indeed the Traveller had no intention of underestimating any of these various assembled beings. Even now he was cautiously probing the space around him with his powers, seeing whether he was able to contact his pocket dimensions. While certainly not completely unarmed his main arsenal was always stored away. And like any good negotiator, he HATED being at a disadvantage during a talk.