[h2][color=red]Rayth Garek[/color][/h2]
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What to do for fun? He was a bit taken aback at the question. Rayth had been fully prepared to be her host of the city, take her anywhere she wanted just to see her smile. It was...strange. He was very good at flirting, but he had never been so readily accommodating. And now that she turned the question on him, he didn't exactly know what to do, and it showed. If he was going to have fun, he would go thieving or drinking, maybe bet on some knife throwing or a game of cards. But...there was a lady present. And then he got that look in his eye. The promise of something fun.

[color=cc131f][b]"Are you hungry?"[/b][/color] He asked. 

He was reluctant to have her get up again as soon as they had sat down, but she had asked... 

Half an hour later, Rayth took her by the hand as they stepped up the steep stairway, crowds of people flowing around them like water passing rock. The concert was about to start, a group of the city's best musicians gathered and played a concert every fortnight as a public service. The best way to woo a woman, he decided. Murmurs and chatter rose and fell as waiters called for food available, waving drinks and sausages in soft buns of bread. Rayth and Akilah made it to the 3rd row from the top, finding their seats. Unfortunately, a portly merchant had decided to take residence there with his three children. When Rayth told him to move, the man scoffed and did not. Rayth raised an eyebrow, looked at Akilah, and then back at the heavy set fellow. 

Rayth took the sausage he had procured from one of the waiting staff, turned to the merchant who had jowels like a whale, and he slapped the man straight in the face with it, sauce and all. As the man was staggered and dazed from the blow, he struck him again. And again. And again until the man and his children fled their seats. 

"I will get you for this!" the merchant cried, gathering his food and drinks and fleeing with his family. 

[color=cc131f][b]"I doubt it, I'll be gone tomorrow."[/b][/color] Rayth whispered, waving goodbye with a faux smile. He sighed, and looked at his date with what looked to be reluctance. Stepping back, he motioned for her to take her seat, as if she were his princess and he her escort. [color=cc131f][b]"I'm sorry you had to see that side of me."[/b][/color]