[h1]Nidhogg[/h1]

The bright rays of the sun awoke Nidhogg's sleeping form, a few bines popping into place as he stretched the stiffness from his prone body. It appeared that his long nap had taken quite a bit longer than he had intended, but perhaps that was for the best. The less time there was in the day, the less time there was to be bored out of his mind, after all, though conversely, that meant less time to potentially do interesting things. What an interesting frame of thought to explore, but right now, he was more interested in exploring the city a bit more, perhaps finding a meal or two to silence the grumbling of his stomach. Getting up, he did a few more stretches, looking over the rooftops before he decided to take a big leap in a random direction, soaring over the streets until he landed with a light roll onto another rooftop. He'd do this several more times, a smile on his face as he felt his body begin to warm-up thanks to the exercise, only for him to misjudge the distance of one jump by a hair, causing him to over-shoot it.

As Jasmine moped in the streets, she'd only get a faint warning in the form of a yell, before a figure would come crashing in from the sky, smacking into the street sign with a hard clang, twitching slightly as he slowly fell backwards onto the ground. A very nasty indentation was present in his chest, and the blossoming of red gave credence to the likelihood of injury, but the man seem rather unaware of this problem, as he rose up like nothing had happened. It was only when he tried to move that he realized something was the matter, as his chest seemed a bit inflexible at the moment. Looking down at his chest, he offered only a slight click of his lips, before turning to the young girl.

"Would you happen to have any money for a local butchery? I have need of their services, but am lacking in funds to procure their wares, and stealing from them would bring much unwanted attention that would be much to bothersome at the moment to deal with. If you don't, then I'll have to just go and find someone else, or just a corner to die in, as the wound is rather serious." Now this was a lie, as the wound was rather minor, all things considered, but he saw no reason not to play on the hope that this girl was a good samaritan to get himself a free meal that won't get him thrown in jail.

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