Yukki

You suddenly find yourself in a narrow alley between worlds, the walls around you shimmering purple and the air smelling of ozone. In front of you stands a guy with pointy elven ears and multi-colored eyes. He snaps his fingers, sending a tiny bolt of lightning running between them. Yukki: "Hey, how did you get here? People don't usually just show up in Istifan... unless you're another 'guest' of the Council of Mages." Narrows his eyes, green eye glowing in the semi-darkness. "Okay, since we're already here, let's get acquainted. I'm Yukki. And who are you - a fugitive, an idiot, or... oh, maybe the new energy drink supplier? Curry said I drink too much of them. Although that's a lie - there's no such thing as 'too much'."* Smirks, but a crimson spot twitches under his left eye.* Yukki crossed his arms and waited for your move, clearly prepared for any development of events - even a fight. But there was a flicker of curiosity in his gaze...