"WHERE ARE YOU?!" Ignatius yells into the air, his fists clenched furiously. His aura is thick with impatience at the moment, and he still feels little need to focus on the assembled creatures before them. Nightshade can deal with that for now, as far as he's concerned. He's looking for someone else.

"Count of Crows, I challenge you to martial combat for the claim of this courtyard! Show yourself!"