He hesitantly walks in the room. "I was told you wanted me? I have a quick question. What happened to my hand? Something or someone burned it, and I still don't know why." He summons and banishes his scythe, the nervous tic he developed that helps him deal with stress. He looks around, and hides in the shadow of the tree. He looks around, and mutters to himself, [i]"What's happening to me?"[/i] He sits cross legged on the floor, and holds his scythe, it's cool metal calming him. He seems to be trying his best to turn invisible.