Carlisle had peered out of the corner of his eyes at Zan, the man was smart and skilled with a weapon too; without a doubt he would make for a perfect opponent. Smiling at his good fortune, to have someone worthy of competing against for the head of this new and tempting world. It felt more like he was drawing closer to his ideal future and further from the murky reality that he stuck in. As the festivities continued that night, Carlisle found himself passed out on the table, belly full and a grin on his face. Even his mother had gotten just a bit more lively towards the end. 

The next day, after dressing in more appropriate clothing, he made his way to meeting Dan. A teacher was one of the lesser ideas that he had liked but it was something he found... doable, to reach his eventual goal. He opened the door to the room and closed it behind him. He wore a black tee and dark blue denim jeans that were laid perfectly on his red and white sneakers. He played with a strand of his blonde hair while walking forwards.

"What's all of this?"