From a table not so far away, a man with long auburn hair grinned. He brushed the gem of his pendant with his thumb, willing it to reveal to name of the man standing near the wooden beam. [i]Fanon[/i], it told him.

His grinned widened. So much potential drama could happen with him. So much entertainment. The man then shook his head and sighed, a small pout playing at his lips as he sipped his mug of ale. He must not mess with too many people just to entertain himself- Aiza would be disappointed in him.

But who cares about what Aiza thinks? The Mad God- his master- would’ve told him to wreck havoc anyway. [i]But it’s Aiza![/i] A voice whined inside his mind.

As this tiny war continued to rage on in his head, the man continued to stare at the other, all the while sipping his ale as if nothing was going on.

(you can ignore me if you want to- I’m just trying to move the plot lol)