Drazzan snorted , taking a moment to look at the four men . They ' d die before they could even draw their blades . After a moment ' s deliberation , he sheathed his sword , the blade sliding into its holder with a satisfying clink . Fine . He almost spat the word at Lewyn , snarling slightly under his mask . Even if the Westerner had meant no insult , and in the back of his head Drazzan was smart enough to realize he probably hadn ' t meant anything by the remark , it was still a slight , and Drazzan was not one to merely let a slight pass him by without challenge . That ' s what I thought . He muttered , taking his hand off of his sword . Let ' s go . Without even waiting for Lewyn to respond , he pushed past the man and his companions , unusually strong for a person of such small stature , and made a beeline for the door , shoving it open and emerging onto the street outside . He quickly readied himself for the fight , unpinning his cloak and allowing it to fall to the ground behind him , praying it landed in a relatively clean patch of the street . For a moment , he brushed his hand over his mask , unsure whether or not to take it off . On one hand , it was the only thing keeping his greyscale a secret , but on the other hand , it was the most expensive thing he owned , and if Lewyn broke it , there was no money left for a replacement . Quickly making his choice , he pulled his mask off , revealing that the left half of his face was covered in grey , stonelike scales , from his jaw to his hairline . He waited for Lewyn eagerly , readying his fists and jumping around slightly to loosen up before the fight . Alright you Western bastard , time for you to get your ass kicked !