Tyron Balance
Dancer- Level 1
EXP: 3/5
Alexander- Central (The Rooftops)
Tyron had only been paying attention to The Hunt in a rather half-assed way, given the rather generous and wonderful distractions in which he was able to partake on this particular day, and the alcohol he had been imbibing were proving to further his pursuits of certain physical pleasures. Lorna was proving much friskier today than usual, probably due to an unexpected windfall with both the dice and bets which they had been taking since the early morning, money always seemed to make Lorna content, and when that voluptuous Roegadyn was happy you could be assured that Tyron was all the much more so. Luckily today had proven somewhat overcast as well, taking a hefty bite from that usually blistering sun that ravaged Alexander at this time of year and day, especially on the rooftops. From what he could tell though the fighting had progressed to a point where the rooftop-spectators needed to migrate or wait for the return of the Hunters, which one might be surprised how many were actually inclined to merely stay seated and enjoy whatever entertainment in which they might be participating.
As the Dancer surveyed the rooftops around him, whilst the crowds began filing across the make-shift bridges which always appeared during The Hunt, he was quite at odds with what exactly he wanted to do himself. His three companions were going to stay on where they were, the Guild seemed very particularly about these sorts of things from what he had gathered, and Lorna’s friendliness was proving very enjoyable at the moment. The Dancer could not let himself grow too accustomed to this sort of situation though, she was definitely more than capable for a roll in the hay and sight for sore eyes, but getting close to people on an emotional level went against everything in which he believed. That line of reasoning very nearly made up his mind on the spot, after all he was the very experienced in such areas and things like emotional attachment could prove very detrimental if any unforeseen circumstances should rear their ugly heads.
After a few more minutes of toying with the ample charms of Lorna, Tyron finally stood up and bowed in his oh-so-singular style, “So sorry friends, but I do feel it is time to start hopping from top to top and getting a bit better idea of the competition now.”
“Well look who’s too good to stick around with us now? Don’t expect me to be so friendly when you come crawling back here after catchin’ a slap to the face later on!” Obviously Lorna was rather displeased with this, what should be at least, rather predictable turn of events, but Tyron was sure that she was just feeling a bit spurned at the moment. When he came back around later, as he always did, she would assuredly be much more compliant with his familiar attitude than she claimed she would, something of which the Cremiere was trying to take advantage.
“You never know Lorna, they might just end up being slaps from a particular someone who we know quite well. Anyways though, I’m off to check out the action. See you three in a bit!” Before they could get another word in edgewise, something which he tried to ensure with every exit he intended, the Dancer had already vaulted off, leaping from rooftop to rooftop thanks to his amazing natural talents in hopes of seeing as much of the fighting as possible.