*Her hand is firmly nudged. She must have forgotten about the stroking. How careless.*

He did not mention his name to the innocent white cat who came to him for scritches. He wore rather odd clothes. He had one red eye, and a withered hand.

He had something of the scent of a necromancer or Free Magic sorcerer when they are at their peak, just before the magic they chose to use begins to show its highly corrosive nature.