With slow deliberate moves that man came to his feet and leaned upon his weapon. He gave off an air of apathy as he regarded his unpleasant intruder, a voice from his past, though not one he had ever valued highly. Rayam and him had never wandered the same circle, only being on the periphery of one another.
"I don't die easily, though the Sidhe have never stopped trying."
Long ago in an act of revenge the Marquis and gone and destroyed a complete house of the Seelie Court and had gone on to use it as leverage to become close to the Unseelie Court, even going to so far as to gain the rank of Exarch. A very difficult obstacle to over come for a simple human; but the Hunter had never been very simple.
Power was too enchanting though and he had tried to bend the will of the Unseelie Queen to his, and so he had gone too far for his species and been driven out by the xenophobic Sidhe.