Aizum had ignored the old man, not caring if it was rude, he just thought he didn't exist. As he looked around, he saw that finally, he fit in with the crowd.He looked around to see some familiar faces, mostly just the bar tender, (And the Inn Keeper?) and people he frequently saw at the bar. His shoulder's dropped, less tense. As went to get a drink he saw the girl that wondered into the party, a little under dressed, but still, where were her parents...

Then she collapsed, his eyes widen, he dropped the drink, and immediately ran over, checking her pulse, checking if  she was dead, he saw the chest move, and he sighed. It was a long hard sigh, a dark one, but loud, loud enough so people could hear. He knew what he done, rolling his eyes while he said it, " Hey, little girl, you dead? Want a drink? You drink wine? Or are you hungry? We've got some small sandwich's."