The bare footed man moved along the snow covered streets rather easily, dark green eyes fixated on his eventual goal: The Sanctuary. Each step brought him closer, though he seemed to be taking his sweet time in making it to his chosen destination. His hands were folded behind his back, resting at the base of his spine. That care-worn gray robe shifted as he moved, fringe trailing along the dirty snow causing the material to grow wet and a little heavier.

He pondered what had brought him to this course of action, what it was that had him approaching people who seemed rather wary about him. It was most likely his attatchment to this city and its people. Someone was slaughtering them and he wanted to help put an end to that. Thin lips twisted into a wry grin as he continued to walk, yes, perhaps he was getting more protective.

Those dark eyes lifted, spying the main gate into the Scathachian Sanctuary. He stopped a moment and concentrated, any passerbys would simply see a man stare at the walls and gate for about ten seconds before nodding to himself. So, they had a great deal of warding about the place. "Good," he thought "I'm glad I made the choice to come in broad daylight and to the front door."

Taking a deep breath, Dracos began moving forward once more, right hand flexing. If the Sisters wished to have so many wards up, then they were well protected and keeping his shell on would only be rude. So, as he reached the main gate he lifted his right hand, fire bursting to life on his fingertips. After a moment it faded and his skin and clothing simply fell away, turning to so much white ash, mixing in with the snow that was left near him.

Revealed beneath the falling ash was a humanoid body, six feet in height, comprised completely out of green flame. Twin points of bright white light floated about where his eyes had previously been, his hands still holding enough definition to possess 'fingers'. He lifted his right hand, touching the outer Warding, curious if the Sisters were aware of even this kind of interaction.

"I've come as I promised, may I enter the Sanctuary?"

He turned, or rather, his eyes spun on the part of him that resembled a head. The white points focused a moment and then his voice rumbled once more from the center of his body, sounding rather cheerful.

"Ah, good morning Brian. The Lady DeRomiano is the one I promised my appearance to. In order to aid as her and her Sisters they required."

He paused a moment, if elementals could look sheepish, this was the time. He turned his eyes to look at the Sanctuary once more.

"However it appears that they are either not here, or do not like my current appearance. I only thought it polite to show my, true colors as they are."

Crackling flames of his shoulders shrugged a bit. Watching the man with what could be curiousity, it was hard to tell with flames and light.

She was moving around the corner, coming into view of the foyer. The acoustics of the marbled entrance hall were second to none. And it is a known fact of physics that lower sound waves carry farther...male voices. Not something overheard at the Sanctuary, though Brian's were familiar enough. But two?

Isuelt cleared the visual obstruction called the corner to catch the show at precisely the right moment....green flames of a sort and Brian standing just before them. Her hands instinctively, yet slowly sought her blades...none there. Not even Scathachians walked around the hallowed ground of their own Sanctuary constantly strapped. Still...a Scathachian was a weapon. She pushed on, watching Brian turn around to face her.

"Everything okay here?" she cast him an inquisitive glance.

He inclined the head-shaped fire that served as his head for the moment to Brian, then turned the points of white light to the Lady DeRomiano.

"As sir Ravenlock stated, I have come to offer my assistance as it may or may not be needed. I show you my true self, so that I do not hide what I am from those I seek to help."

And after that he fell silent, knowing that his current state was probably cause for concern. He spread his 'arms' a bit, giving his body a bit more humanoid definition and simply waited for the Judge to answer.

He inclined that firey visage once more, somewhat shocked by the forwardness of the Judge's question, no need for small talk, apparently. His hands folded to touch his chest, skin and clothing bursting from his upper back as soon as his hands had folded over one another. Wrapping around his body rapidly, the shell's gelatinous state causing it to ripple like a pond disturbed. Once it surrounded his entire body, however, it solidified and was once more a close representation of a human body.

Dark green eyes regarded the Judge now, before he spoke.

"I am an elemental and a mage, skilled in the magic of my people, that of fire. As you've seen, I can make my shell look and act in just about any way I wish, as it is just that, a shell of mystical creation to protect others from my natural heat."

His eyes narrowed a bit hower, lips pressing into a thin line. Not much of a poker player, he often let his face betray him.

"And I have a rather large dislike of those that would bring this much, hmm, darkness into the world. I think that is an appropriate word for it."

With a soft smile at the humor, Dracos took the offered seat. He let out a soft chuckle a moment later, as he was refered to as 'Lord'. A shake of his head to the Judge.

"I am no Lord, Lady De Romiano. Dracos is my name, besides, I am within the walls of your home in Rhydin, a visitor seeking to aid those who are doing what is right."

He leaned back a bit, folding his hand on his lap, dark green eyes studying the woman before him for a long moment. He nodded and leaned forward a bit once more.

"I may be an accomplished mage and not totally unversed in physical combat, but there are things I can help with that are not so direct. Supplying information through magical means, locating and supplying arms and armor of the mystical type, or simply going on jaunts where others would find it hard to follow."

He paused once more, then nodded as if confirming something to himself. Those dark eyes remained focused on the Judge, rambling as he was he still kept an eye on her reactions.

"Of course, all this depends on if I prove a worthy ally to your Sisters and your Goddess, no?"

He stood swiftly, nodding. His lips twisted into that dueler's grin that he often wore in the ring.

"Consider it done, I'll put my talents to use and see what I can see. And..judging by the twisting signs as of late, well, I best do it fast."

And with that he tapped the index and middle finger of his right hand against his forehead and turned for the exit, robe and long black hair trailing behind him. His dark eyes narrowed in focus, there was much to do and no time to have it done.