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Jaedon

Jaedon pulled up a bar stool and sat down, turning in the seat so that his back was against the bar. He could hear the bartender set a drink down behind him, and absentmindedly reached back to get it. He wasn't really interested in the ale, but there's no use in completely wasting it. As he took a drink he examined the thin girl sitting before him. Leg's crossed, she seemed like she had some home training, but you could never be sure. He'd already seen her pull a knife on a guy. Probably some poor girl who want's to be bad. Then he noticed the piece of iron stuck in her mouth. If they weren't one of those well off, fancy women, most of the girls he saw with jewelry in any place other than their ears were selling themselves on the street. Did that make her a whore? It was rather unappealing, that thing in her face. Jaedon decided to stop trying to figure out the motive behind the ring and looked around.

"It's pathetic, isn't it?" Shit, what? Jaedon listened to her go on about killing, and quite honestly, he wasn't expecting that. He actually thought the chick would say something angry and get all riled up. He could use the entertainment. Jaedon hardly ever came to the Colosseum to watch the Ladren beat each other, but when he did catch a glimpse, it wasn't exactly boring. Jaedon leaned back and took a sip of his drink, looking at the men who came to bet and get drunk. They probably didn't think it was boring. Though, money was probably more of a motivating factor. Either way, they were irrelevant. Just another way for Jaedon to get some extra money.

It's funny how he wasn't interested in an intense conversation and now he was thinking over why people came to watch the Ladren kill each other. "Don't act so noble," he rolled his eyes. His characteristic grin came back as he cleared his mind of his mental assessment. "I'm sure you've killed something and didn't loose a minute of sleep over it. Watching is no different." The girl couldn't have been over twenty, but age didn't mean much in this day and time. He shrugged off her argument.

Jaedon finished his drink and sat the mug down only to find another, full and inviting, waiting for him. Not today. Jaedon let the drink sit there while he popped his knuckles and thought over her last question. What did he want? Nothing really. Was there something wrong with just coming up and talking to someone? The girl needed to loosen up. Or maybe that's what the ale was for. "There's nothing I want from you now, after all, you're helping me kill some time."