Snippet #1867560

Jaedon

Jaedon's eyes were locked onto a flickering flame as it attempted to illuminate the Colosseum. Candles were hung and the two moons made the place light up, casting shadows he couldn't help but admire. A shadow. That's what Jaedon was considered. A shadow slipping in and out of places, going unnoticed unless you were really looking for him. The thought made him smirk from his perch on the balcony. Shadows belonged to someone or something. Jaedon answered to no one. And that's how he liked it, honestly. He took a sip of his drink and looked around. He was never really the kind of person to drink a lot without reason. Maybe if he had completed a huge job or someone else was buying the drink for him. But considering what he did for a living, it helped to have your senses on full alert and you're body ready to fight, or flee, if it came down to that. Jaedon watched the men around him laughing and chugging their ale, making bets on Ladren.

Scared. Shaken. They were like rodents thrown into a bright light. He never understood how creatures so shaken could fight, especially each other. But it wasn't of any benefit to him to understand why things worked the way they did. The system worked quite well for him, actually. Jaedon was more a thief than anything, but he could also track down a few Ladren on the side. Those seemed to be the highest paying jobs anyway. And the people at these fights couldn't get enough of the tiny beings. So he was happy to rat a few of them out, collecting them personally if it was needed. Jaedon, not interested in waiting for the fight to start below, was lost in his thoughts, zoning out, when someone bumped into him. He quickly reached out with one hand to steady himself, while the other made sure not to waste his drink. His teeth clenched together and he turned around, only to see everyone behind him walking around. Bumping into people was normal. The Colosseum was a popular place, after all. No need to get worked up. Jaedon ran a hand through his red hair and took a long drink. Something more interesting caught his eye.

He didn't quite catch what the man did to upset the girl, but it must have been offensive for her to pull a knife on him so fast. He raised an eyebrow when the man's face twisted into one of terror. The man backed off while the girl slipped away. Jaedon tilted his head. He normally didn't go out of his way to talk just for the sake of it, but she seemed like something that would be fun to mess with. It was far more entertaining than what was going on below him. The fights hadn't even started yet, and if no one was dying, no one was looking for more Ladren to replace them. Meaning Jaedon could leave his spot and wander around for a bit. Just a little while. After all, business hadn't completely stopped, it was just stalled for the time being.

Jaedon slid off the balcony and sat his drink down. More than likely someone would swing by and take it away, but he was fine with that. He made his way through the crowd, looking around for the black haired girl. Then he found her. Probably about to drink herself stupid, no doubt. He stiffled a laugh as he got closer to her, taking a mental note of where his daggers were hidden in his clothes. "Damn, girl. Why so serious?" he grinned, poking fun at her almost stabbing the man. Was that really necessary? Probably. But if you couldn't take a joke, you really didn't need to be around all these men, now did you?