James was continuing to sit, and looked around a little more, quite bored. He really felt like he needed to stretch his tail a little, but was too scared that it would be seen. He didn't want people to know he was a Zenohunt. Instead, he just rolled his shoulders, waiting for something interesting to happen. Someone came over and sat next to James, but still, James was too shy to talk to the person. He sighed in boredom, and was about to get up and walk away to stretch his legs, but he heard some shouting and swearing. Of course, as a few other people did, James looked at the commotion going on. Someone had apparently found a Fairy in his drink, and was certainly not happy about it. He'd probably squish the thing, looking at him, so James got off his chair and walked up to the man.
"You sure you want to treat a Fairy like that?" James said to the man. [i]Oops. What do I say now. Um, um...[/i]
"Those things could tear you apart. They're like gods!" James didn't know a single thing about Fairies, but he didn't want to leave a Fairy to get thrown out because a man was ranting on about it 'spreading dusty little insect particles all in his drink', so he started to tell tales.