[b]Miyama Town - Abandoned Home - Jacob Ainsworth[/b]

[@Reflection]

Time flew by surprisingly fast when one was busy with things that they were passionate about. With a wistful sigh, he rinsed his hands off. Wonderful. All cleaned up. Not that it took that long, since there wasn’t much left anyway after he was done with that woman. Nodding to himself, he poured himself some tea, chuckling a bit at the motions inside his own shadow. A little trump card, if a bit weak. It was only natural though, given that he was only beginning to “foster” it. Not to mention, he was a bit busy with other things as well. Soft panting made him glance to his side. 

The familiar in form of a dog wasn’t anything special in comparison. Just some “minor” combat capabilities. Good for distraction at most. But every bit helps and it always felt a bit awkward to go around with nothing by his side.

Rubbing the dog’s ear, he hummed in thought. It was perhaps a wise thing he didn’t lose himself to passion. It would have been incredibly sloppy and a gentleman was anything but. At the very least he was fully aware of what his servant was capable of now. And he already had some good ideas on what to do with such skills. Or rather... vivid daydreams, so to say. The thought of an army at his call. The prospect of burning an entire territory and ruining it. Suffice to say, he was looking forward in using such skills in a proper way.

As he noticed the “invitation” far off in the distance in the West. How... quaint. A fancy talk so soon in a war? Well, it made sense, he supposed. Better to have some conversations before bridges were burned so to say. However, he didn’t feel much like going there himself. With that in mind, he closed his eyes, savoring his tea, before contacting his servant.

“Well, while it does sound amusing, I suppose most people won’t take too kindly to my presence there.” He stood up and reached for his cane, twirling it before lightly tapping the ground with a smile. “So if I can beg your pardon, I would like to take a stroll. Whether or not you accompany me or if you go to this... Banquet is up to you.”

The night was still young after all! And what better place to take a small look around than the Native District? He needed some raw material after all. Who knows, maybe others shared his opinion and a magus was taking a stroll as well?