[The little soldier was fortunate in encountering anyone out and about at such an odd hour, and more fortunate still that that someone had excellent ears. V paused mid-pace, slowly lowering his boot to the stone it had just left. Looking down, he saw what might've been a small motion in the dark, and so sank (still cautious!) to one knee, cupping a hand to hold the flame he Bent into being.]

Who is but the form following the function of what, and at this instant, I believe myself to be the strangest stranger you may see.

[Certainly, the light from his handful of fire made his mask strangely animate; more importantly, it illuminated a circle of street, and the legionnaire who had bade him halt.]

Still, I may offer my assistance once I have heard what it is you would ask of me.