[h3]ARIS THE OCULUS[/h3]
	[color=gold][b] “Animal,”[/b][/color] he answered stately, his arms unfolding and falling to his side.  [color=gold][b] “Regardless of how you look at it, your origins have not changed.  However, you’ve done well to make it this far. You and your family.”[/b][/color] 

	He glanced towards [b]Debris’[/b] owner with agitation—though his helm hid the emotion wholly. He disliked have a infant even remotely give him a command, regardless of ownership or authority. The Aris the Oculus mustn't be as renowned as he once believed. [color=gold][b] “That is unnecessary,”[/b][/color] He chuckled lightly to ease the man’s worries. [color=gold][b] “Let us speak, Huxen, I have … a proposition for you and your kind.”[/b][/color] 

	Aris strode away from the counter and toward a table far from prying ears. He waited near the dimly lit area, refusing to take a seat before the Huxen had responded to his offer. Five seconds would be all the time the Huxen would receive before Aris had chosen his answer for him.