*Lecter nods once*
Lecter: Any other creatures we should be aware of? This storm is bringing new faces, and I haven't found any of them agreeable.

*In Lecter's room, a red portal rips open. The armored figure, Be'lak, steps out and looks around*
[i]My own blood, bedding where a mortal would lay. He should be reminded of his home.[/i]
*He flicks his wrist and lightning shoots from his fingertips, going into an outlet. The lights in the Room flicker briefly, and Be'lak smirks underneath his hood*