[color=00aeef][center][h1]Chres Sansus[/h1][/center][/color] Major interactions with [@RangingWolf], [@Jerkchicken], [@13Org] [hr] Chres's demeanor changed the instant the man with the gourd grabbed Sil and began pouring wine on her face. It was a pointless action. No matter how hard the man tried, Sil simply was unable to eat and drink. It was just something about the way light constructs worked. Perhaps simply because light constructs were merely captured images given life. Chres honestly didn't know, but what he did know was that Sil was Chres's Familiar. Their year long companionship had made Sil feel almost as much a part of him as his own hands and feet. The protective side in Chres instantly kicked into gear the moment this man grabbed Sil, despite it being gently. Chres's immediate reaction was to thrust his right arm toward the man and Shape a dagger into his hand. As he shaped, Chres sensed some of the body heat, which he had stored in his shirt earlier that day, leave his clothing immediately. He felt the stored body heat travel from his shirt, through his extended arm and to the palm of his hand. The heat then formed into the dagger he shaped. It's tip stopped an inch away from the man's gut. Chres could feel the heat, from the heat constructed dagger, slowly dissipating into the air as he maintained its shape. Normally Chres would avoid maintaining a heat constructs shape. That was a waste of the limited fuel for his magic. But the point of this action was to send a message: Don't touch my Familiar. Chres stared coldly at the man as the man's drink poured off of Sil and onto the counter top. She giggled as the drink flowed down her form. Her mouth open wide but to no avail. Chres didn't know what the man's deal was, but he could tell he was instigating her. Chres may have lost his passion for living, he may no longer care for his own safety, but if there was something Chres still cared for, it was his consideration for those around him... well, except when he was trying to get himself killed but that was beside the point. This man had already seen what Sil would do once instigated. He obviously didn't care. Chres opennd his mouth to speak but before anything came from his mouth, a fist slammed down hard on the counter top between the man with the gourd and Chres. [i][color=00aeef]Time to stop shaping.[/color][/i] Chres thought, as he stopped maintaining the dagger's shape and recovered the little heat he could from the heat construct. The heat when up his arm and back into his shirt. His shirt was not as full of heat as it was a moment ago. Chres instinctively began storing his current body heat into his shirt in case he needed to form more heat constructs later. The change in his body temperature was immediate. "Control your damn familiar, Mage. Your lucky I'm one of the nicer hunters. Others in my order wouldn't accept this slight." The man who slammed his fist fumed. Chres looked up at the man and frowned. It was the armored warrior Sil had splashed with the wine. [color=00aeef][i]That's enough, Sil.[/i][/color] Chres thought to Sil, as his placed his left hand over the glass metal pendent. [color=a2d39c][i]That's enough of wh-[/i][/color] Sil's thought cut off in mid-sentence as Chres surrounded the glass metal pendent with his fist. While in his fist, no sources of light could touch the pendent. Without a source of light, the magic, which gave Sil life, could not function. Sil disappeared instantly. Chres looked the man up and down. It appeared he came here looking for combat, but his outfit resembled no soldier uniform Chres recognized. The man inferred that he was a hunter. What did he mean by that? Chres had a few guesses, but couldn't be sure without additional information. Chres paid a side glance to the female courier Sil had hit with the food earlier. A smidge of food still on her face. Chres allowed this to happen by letting Sil play with food. Chres pulled out a handkerchief and flung it over to the female courier. He then grabbed a few nearby cleaning cloths and offered them to the "hunter". [color=00aeef]"My apologies, to both of you."[/color] Chres said to the man and women. [color=00aeef]"She literally has a mind of her own, but I should have known better than to let her play with food. Will you be needing a room to stay for the night? If so, I'll happily pay for your rooms. I hope that will be enough to make amends for my negligence."[/color] Chres wanted to wince at the thought of paying, but he didn't. Chres would also need a room for himself tonight, and he barely had enough coin to pay for three rooms.