A low grumble can be heard in a dark corner of the room, then a low voice speaks up, "My sword is not amused". A bright demonic red eye can be seen shinning through the darkness, the eye does not belong to the man who had spoken. A man is leaning against a wooden pole in the corner, arms crossed over his chest, his dull gray eyes stare at the two. Next to him dug into the floor is a giant black claymore, the one who had issued the growl.