“Yeah, that foo’ busted up the joint like some freakshow.” Ganti’s gaze was directed towards the booth where a musician and a dark man sat talking, along with another man, seemingly asleep. The man, Ganti pondered, almost reminded her of Halcyon. Suddenly, with great poise and elegance, the man stood up and began to walk towards them. Gazing at him, Ganti eyed up this supposedly powerful stranger, from his thick, white hair to the billowing coat. “[i]I would like…[/i]” The man began to speak, but that is all Ganti would hear. She had dashed away towards the empty booth. Sidling up against the wall, she whispered over the the conscious occupant.

“Psst. Hey. Hey guy.” She nodded towards the instrument wielding, strangely clothed man. “Hey, is he with you?” She jerked her thumb in the direction of the large, unconscious man sitting by them. Eyeing up the mans belongings with great fervor, “Cause, if not,” Sliding a gold coin on the table, “There seems to be something really interesting happening in the other direction...”

Meanwhile, Gaudete was still by the bar, eyeing up the stranger, trying to get a read off of him. He emanated darkness, but not the kind that had cursed their family. No, this darkness was different, not innate. He had capacity to do good. When he spoke, the mans voice dripped like honey, laced with magic. Gaudete smiled, as she turned towards the bar and leaned on it, putting a binding on her ears to protect herself. [i]Now, why would he do that?[/i] she pondered as he spoke with the Sharkman.