[b]"Regna Ferox, my home. You might recall that somebody important has died over the last few days,"[/b] Zaino answered, referring to Helena as he slammed a fist into the wall when their rowdy neighbors got too loud for the moment. Almost every single one of these people, he felt an animosity towards, and to Ambra, all he could see was him being used like a tool and thrown away when it rusted. [b]"The daughter of the East Khan, somebody I met just before I joined the Shepherds, now a memory for the tears to come."[/b]

Other than delivering the news of Helena's death to the Khans, Zaino also held another responsibility despite the situation that he was in; representing the west in the battle for power over Ferox. He had won and beaten the east champion four years ago, and regardless if he was being hunted down or not, he had to fulfill his duty as the West Khan's champion. [b]"I've also got something important to do before I go to kill my brother, anyway."[/b]

Wherever Xanxus was, Zaino hoped his brother knew that he was still alive, and hell bent on avenging the people he had killed. The person whom he had once looked up to and the only other family he had other than his mother, gone for the last thirteen years of his life until he suddenly reappears and murders all of his friends right in front of him. His hatred would never stop festering; it would only continue to grow and grow until it consumed him and everything in his way.

[b]"I don't see why you care about someone leaving who, as you said, adores trouble, when you've got these [i]dogs[/i] to keep you company."[/b]

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[b]"Three's a party!"[/b] Xanxus barely chanted coherently, having already drunken nearly a dozen flagons of brandy. He was no longer thinking normally, and the alcohol was now speaking for him. He accidentally burped while letting out a long yawn, cradling his head within his arms atop of the table and knocking down several of his flagons, some of which still contained drink, in the process. Though, he didn't seem to notice, and his eyes fixated on the waitress on Darrian's lap. [b]"Oi, yo-you got'ne otha wuhka friends heya?"[/b]

The waitress, turning to look at her fellow co-workers, looked between Darrian and Xanxus, nodding. This prompted Xanxus to rocket from his chair and pick up all the flagons haphazardly, nearly fumbling them and almost falling over from the spilled brandy. He slowly trotted over to the workers and, running into one of the inn's support beams beforehand, began to hand out the empty flagons to each one of them.

[b]"Deh night's still young! Our tayyybel's oppaaaaan!"[/b] Xanxus shouted as he insisted the workers on joining the fiasco, even handing a flagon to the innkeeper themselves. With Xanxus and the men seemingly growing [i]too[/i] wild to keep in check, they gave in to the influence and shrugged as they began to pour drinks for themselves, with Xanxus and Darrian's table now surrounded by waitresses. With two women at both his sides, Xanxus' vision faded to black as he lost what little control he had over his intoxicated self for the night.