The flames glowed brighter, showing the figure had reached the table and was taking his seat.
"I am called the Crimson Blade." He said, almost with a growl, sounding as if this was his normal tone. "What is it you seek and what are you willing to relinquish to find it?" He asked.
Even with a fireball near him, his hood seemed to cast a shadow over his face that made it nigh impossible to see aside from somewhat messy long dark hair.
The empty chair moved with a quiet rumble as if an invisible servant had invited Sir Robert to sit down.