[h3]Vega Ashworth | The Festival[/h3]

Having only lived in Luna Crescente for less than a year, this was the first time he's attended the annual anniversary festival for Golem Hand. The idea of festivities though didn't appeal to him, isolation and solitude was something he was more familiar with, so he chose instead to only observe from a ways off somewhere eating a meal. Although occasionally he would walk around just to take a look at everything, the civilians tended to avoid eye contact with him and generally cleared out of the way. On one such walk he felt a chill breeze cross the air around him...

[color=slategray]"Haaaahh...."[/color], he lowly sighed with almost disgust. This chill was familiar and unmistakable.

[color=fff79a][i]"AGAIN?!? Ria, you can't keep freezing random citizens in blocks of ice like this!! Don't you remember how angry the guildmistress was at you last time?? What were you thinking? Unfreeze him immediately!"[/i][/color]

And that voice... Harpy Wing? In this festival...? Somehow the idea didn't sit well with him at all. There was no rational reason, he just disliked them. He turned his attention to the source of the commotion. He saw them, two of them, Harlot Wigs, names? Ria and Ill-something, he forgot. "Unfreeze him immediately", he mockingly muttered to himself. With a rapid and fine motion he swept his hand out of his right side pocket and did an underarm throwing motion, a wisp of black appeared, quickly solidifying before it struck the frozen man. It destroyed the magic that froze him, but also knocked him over.

[color=slategray]"Well well well, two little harlots appear in a Golem event and they attack the citizenry? Tch tch tch. That's no good... Maybe you two ought to leave"[/color], he began as he entered the scene. His tone both condescending and passive aggressive. The townspeople began to slowly disperse, with Vega appearing here, there was a pretty high chance something was going to go down.