[center][h1][color=0BE9F3]Vane[/color][/h1][/center][hr]
The colorful group that Virgil now had the time to analyze looked like a mash of people that shouldn't have worked together yet did; no thanks to the man directly talking to him, wearing almost Victorian-era clothing. A moment's more of a glance at the other party, Vane ignored them and directed all his attention to Virgil. He took a seat and rested his cheek on his fist.

He felt like audibly commenting on the company Virgil keeps, but he decided to cut straight to the chase. [color=0BE9F3]"Let me use one of the training facilities you're hogging up. You're probably gonna ask me for something in return, so let's just get all this over with."[/color] He spoke in a lackadaisical manner. 

[color=0BE9F3]"Whaddya say? I'm interested in the terms you feel like forcing on me just so I can get even stronger."[/color] Finally, Vane's countenance shifted from the lazy plain-faced neutrality it was to a more exuberant smile hiding a small bit of savagery underneath.