Haven Residences

"That is it folks! The new mayor..." I muted the TV before I got to annoyed by the news castors voice. I watched as the city of Haven's new mayor was paraded on a float around the city.
"Lame." I drawled out the word, and shut of the TV. That did nothing to quite what was going on out side though. To many people calibrating a stupid mayor, it wasn't like he was a crowned king or anything. I looked over at the clock it was about 1 in the afternoon and this had been going on all day. Well more like 10 in the morning, but I didn't like to get up early or in the morning so I was just grumpy. Grumbling I scratched my stomach as I got off the couch in my spacious apartment, and into the kitchen. I opened the fridge.............. nothing. "Damn it, OI! JEREMY!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Jeremy was my unnecessary body guard that was posing as my roommate. Thing is he was human, a dead human, but human. I closed the fridge and opened up a cupboard that I kept the sea salt in. One box left... Yep. Time to go shopping... I grumbled to my self. I was a prince damn it all, I shouldn't have to go shopping.

Jeremy was standing in the corner of the room, watching the now muted television which his guarded person was watching. It all seemed to be a waste of time and money, along with energy. Why would they waste important goods and energy on some insignificant parade thing about a damned mayor. He looked like the kind of person who would accidentally kill himself anyway, so it wouldn't be surprising if there was another election soon.

"Damn it, OI! JEREMY!"
The call of his 'master' originated from the kitchen, oh yeah, he must of walked out there while Jeremy was thinking. But, he might as well head over to him.
"What is it, sir." Jeremy mumbled as he entered the kitchen, only to see his master grumbling over some sea salt. That stuff can be used for some good spells, or even energy storage. Although, being dead, Jeremy cannot utilise much spells unless they were simple necromancy. Maybe he could teach his much younger master.

"Yes, that is salt."

I came back out of my room, and raised a eye brow at him. Right, he was much older then he looked. "Yeah, whatever. At any rate we aren't walking. Not with the shit that is going on out side. We wouldn't get anywhere." I patted my pockets looking for my keys, great now I have to find the damn things. I tore apart the couch to fine success, they where hidden in between the seats. "We will be taking my motorbike." I walked over to the shoe closet and pulled out my favorite shoes and slipped them on. I walked over to the balcony where I kept my high tech motorbike. I didn't like to keep it down below where the common folk to get their grubby hands on my baby.

"Sir, robes and motorbikes don't mix." Jeremy states as he signalled to the black necromancer robes he was wearing. They may be many hundreds or thousands of years old, but they were well kept and were at great quality.
"One suggests thy walk today, one wants to have a closer look at this new mayor." Jeremy added as he watched his master hunt for his keys.
"One doesn't see why thou doesn't run for mayor. Thou art a prince afterall, lead this place to prosperity."
Jeremy always had a strange way of speaking, being born and raised in the times of great magical prowess on earth and then living through the ages to a time where fairytales were real as aliens. Of course his speech would be mixed up with the modern means of communication.