Albin's eyes widened from the ground from where he'd fallen in all the commotion. He had been startled into silence for a moment before gathering his wits and finally pulling himself up and cradling his arm. Somehow, when Raiden had bowled him over, his elbow had hit the staircase right where it hurt.
"Raiden, what in this great wide world are-" he bit through his teeth, trying not to yell. The sight of the stranger cut him off as soon as he cast his gaze over to the door.
At first glance, Albin's hand went to the small dagger at his belt. All he saw was the large, wicked weapon being unsheathed. Then, his eyes drifted up to the face of the man- or, rather, boy. The stranger appeared to be no more than a scared young boy.
"Easy." he said deep in his throat, holding out a hand as he cast his gaze to the ceiling for half a beat. As soon as he figured that they were probably safe, he glanced at the boy again, standing straighter and raising his hands. "We are not going to hurt you. Just like you aren't going to hurt us, right?"
He looked over at Raiden and paused a moment. It seemed like he recognized the boy with the scythe- or whatever it was- and he must have had the name right, based on his reaction to it.
"Do you know him?" he asked, jerking a thumb at Raiden.
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