Venson sits on top of a tree, holding his scythe in one hand. [i]I wonder if there's an opportunity to have a little [b]fun[/b] tonight?[/i] He looks around, and see two people walking towards each other, calling out a greeting. [i]This looks interesting.[/i] He grins at the woman's comment about the dangers of the night. He softly whispers to himself, [i]"So close, yet so far."[/i] His voice carried by the wind.