Setting
After a moment, and a few sounds of shuffling, a man of unimpressive stature steps out, wearing black head to toe. His face looked almost luminous in the silver fire light, especially in contrast with his dark hair and eyes. He reaches up, scratching behind his ear and makes a pathetic attempt to comb his unkempt hair with this fingers.
"What are you all..."
There is a pause as more racket can be heard from the fighting above.
"...know what? I don't even want to know."