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Hayden F Walker

''Blindness is not a reason to take it easy on me.''

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by xfaithyx123

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Blindness is not something that makes me weak, nor predictable.

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Species: Werewolf

Sub Species: Demon

Gender: Male

Age: 22

Eyes: Whited out, Blindness. When he uses his abilities they glow red.

Hair: Dark brown

Weight: 161 Ibs

Height: 6' Feet

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Likes:
✔ Solitude, He likes to be alone... he feels nervous around others, even if he doesn't show it.
✔ His brother, Alan Francis Walker. He is much older than him and have a distant relationship but when they see each other, they are inseparable.
✔ Art, He is still a creative soul and loves art in general and loves to learn of it's history.
✔ Seeing happy people, Despite the fact that he looks dark, deathly and bleak he loves to make people happy and see them too.
✔ Eating sweet things, He hates sour things...

Dislikes:
✘ Unhappy people, It is depressing and it makes him get a bit twitchy.
✘ Being with crowds, they make him nervous especially if he doesn't know any of them.
✘ Argumentative people - They just hinder him, he is short tempered and hates people who continue to shout to justify their actions and rights when they are clearly wrong. They land themselves with a punch in the jaw...
✘ People forcing themselves on him, He has a thing... he doesn't like to be touched... and all that touching makes him freak out... Just like his brother.
✘ His tenancy to push people away, He doesn't want people to be pulled down because of his blindness.

Hobbies:
♫ Likes to smell nature
♫ Looking at people's souls
♫ Singing
♫ Listening to people
♫ Sitting in Cafes

Flaws:
☢ Blindness.
☢ His temper - He ends up hurting people he loves... and himself.
☢ Closed up, guarded.

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So begins...

Hayden F Walker's Story

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Hayden F Walker would be sitting inbetween two tall ridged rocks, dusted with dried dirt, he could smell the blood of many on it, must be the hunting ground. His whited out eyes like foggy mirrors. His dark long locks matched the bark of the trees, wrapped in vivid green and yellow leaved vines and he sat in tall grass, his red tattered and high collared cloak gave him away, not that he was hiding either. He'd have golden armoured boots and a lone gauntlet on his right hand. He looked out of place that was for sure...

The setting changes from Drakken Ridge to Wing City

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Hayden F Walker can you see this Moon?

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Hayden sat on his own in the dinner, with a cup of tea to himself and a slice of red velvet cake. He'd nibble on it other than that he only stayed in the darkest part of the dinner. He wore a red tattered, long collared cloak, black leather armor golden armor also. He'd have a red bandanna in his hair also, long dark brown hair. He looked young, unblemished but his eyes were whited out... like foggy mirrors... He was blind.

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Nerio really had not planned on going out that day. It was on a whim that he decided to exit his home and brave the world, instantly complaining as he did.

Clad in a breezy blue button-down, a red scarf, old jeans, and dirty sneakers, the holy mage felt the least out of place walking down the street in Wing City than ever. He had only recently adapted to the city's style, and he found himself fond of it. He still carried his staff, of course. There was no traveling anywhere without that.

Eventually, the blonde came upon a restaurant he had come to favor over the last few weeks. Walking inside, the bell atop the door rang, alerting the staff of his arrival. Once they saw him, one began to chatter in a friendly manner at him, and he smiled brightly and answered politely.

"The usual. You know," he said, inclining his chin toward the kitchen. He stopped as he found another person in there. Something he did not often see that early in the morning. "Looks like I'm not the only early bird anymore!" he said to him.

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Hayden jumped at the bell going, not expecting someone to come into the dinner in this early hour himself. He wouldn't turn to see the man, after all he couldn't see, but he could see his soul and he'd only smile as he sensed the holiness of the man's aura, putting him at a disadvantage in combat but none the less, he didn't want this nor wanted to disclose his origins. He'd only put up his hand in a golden gauntlet and wave to the man as he exclaimed his surprise and friendly nature. He'd put his hand back down, taking a sip of his tea before his blackish blue tinted lips moved as he spoke, his voice calm and wise seeming. ''I suppose not, Sir. Nice to meet you, you may call me Hayden.''

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"Nerio," said the chipper young man, raising his hand at first to give him a phony salute...until he stared into the man's eyes. He let his hand drop, but his smile didn't falter. "Nice to meet you. That's quite a manly breakfast you've got there, eh? Tea and cake." It was a tease, but of course, Nerio had to question the masculinity of such a man. It didn't matter that he wasn't terribly masculine, himself.

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Hayden smiled as he eat the last bit of his cake, taking a sip of his tea and he'd casually shrug. ''Well, I like sweet things. And I like red. Only seemed to fit...'' He'd ask back in a calming voice before got up and walked to the man, using his soul to location him, after all, souls were just as unique as the person that possessed it. He'd then stop in front of the man and simply smile. ''Excuse this next action...'' He'd warn Nerio as he next brought his hands up, using his gauntlet hand to pull the leather glove from his hand and he'd slowly bring his hand to Nerio's face, tilting his head as he felt the man's every detail on his face, taking in the image of the man smiling as he continued. ''You are young then?'' He'd ask before he'd take his hand away, putting his glove back on.

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Nerio made a face when the guy started worming his fingers across his skin. He didn't move, but he was ever so slightly put off.

"...you must have an amazing memory," Nerio said to Hayden when he finished, "To remember the exact placement of those chairs to get all the way over here. And to figure out where I was. And my face was." He scratched the back of his head. "Or, I dunno. You've got magic."

Whaaaat was this?

"...yes. I am young. Or I could be tens of thousands of years old. Y'know. The usual."

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Hayden only smiled, shaking his head slightly. ''No... your soul is young also. I only wanted to know, what the person I was talking to looked like. After all, it is quite obvious my eyes don't belong to the living world you see, rather, another world or different perspective.'' He'd the turn around, putting his gloved hand up, a pulse of energy would be felt as he used the sound and vibrations around him to paint the world around him in a negative blue colour, his eyes glowed gold during this then has he put his hand down, his eyes returned to normal and he'd walk back to his seat, sitting and he'd take a sip of his tea. ''Why don't you, come and sit with me, Nerio?'' He'd smile gently at this, his voice calm, whimsical even with a wise tune to it.

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Nerio twirled his staff between his fingers, raising one thin eyebrow. "Yeah, I can tell," he replied. Seeing from a different perspective...yup. He wasn't normal.

"Sit with you? Ah-" He looked around the rest of the establishment, noting its emptiness, and eventually shrugged. "Sure. Why not?" He smiled, though he wasn't sure if the gesture could be noticed or not. He just kept the tone chipper, like before.

He sat down with Hayden, waiting for his breakfast to arrive as his fingers tapped on the table. "So you're rather forward."

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Hayden would sip on his tea, resting his back on the booth cushioned back. ''Forward? Indeed. And besides, about from my and your souls and the staff of this dinner, no one else is here. You would just sit alone. So, I thought different. Just you sitting here means you have no problem with my bluntness. I assure, I am not rude, unless you give me a fair share of rudeness to me first.'' He'd smile at Nerio's direction, sipping up the last of his tea, which got the attention of one of the staff in the dinner who walked to him with a smile. ''Anything else sir?'' Hayden would suddenly grab the woman's arm with his gloved hand, his eyes flashed a crystal blue as he spoke his next words. ''I believe your sister is about to die. Cancer.'' The woman would look distraught all of a sudden and as Hayden released her arm she'd back away and actually in her shock ask him what she should do. Hayden only lowered his head. ''Go to her. She wants you there, even after your argument.'' With that said the woman dropped everything and ran out of the dinner.

Hayden only sighed, holding his head for a moment, wincing in discomfort before another person came to him, more nervous. ''W-what would you like sir?'' Hayden rubbed his eyes as he spoke. ''Tea.'' the staff quickly paced away and Hayden would rest back on the booth. ''Circle of life...''

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Nerio watched Hayden suspiciously. What the hell...a seer? Or...something else?

"That's some reading skills you have there," said Nerio, drumming his fingers on the table. "You've already shown me two things that are...quite interesting about yourself. Perhaps it's because this is Wing City, but it seems like you don't intend to keep those powers much of a secret. That must mean you've got some kind of check, right?"

Tea...circle of life. What was with this guy?

"Was what you told her true?"

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Hayden only nodded slowly, a somewhat saddened expression on his face but also a dutiful one. ''Indeed. Death is not a funny thing, nor something you can cheat. I learnt this a long time ago... We are born, or made then we die. But it is what you do with your time that really makes it worth it. But I am not the one to talk about self worth. Not when my life is surrounded by death.'' He'd then sense the server come with his tea and Nerio's food who quickly disappeared again and Hayden only sipped on his tea, expecting such outcasted attention and he'd only smile to Nerio. ''Don't worry. It is me they are afraid of, understandable.'' He'd then roll his shoulders, they clicked and cracked then he'd relax again. ''I only hide what is necessary. And what I said to the woman is called Death warning. I think you can understand what that entails. I have to some what keep focused so my ability is only effected by this area of Wing City, even then... it is a big place and the souls of the yet to transverse the plains of the spirit world run wildly here... it is quite a headache.'' He would then take another sip of his tea.

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"You'd think they'd be used to it. Maybe they're new," the holy mage said with a wary laugh. Why would they be afraid of him, though? If he was just something like a seer. He didn't seem dangerous, but Nerio knew full and well that looks, more here than all other places, were deceiving.

"I'd argue about that cheating death thing, but I'm guessing you're new to here, too. Necromancers, walking corpses, rogue spirits that like to come back, immortals...they've...done a pretty good job at this whole cheating death ability thing." He lifted his hands to gesture to all that he spoke about. "But you must be an exorcist of some kind? No, no...you don't seem like one."

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Hayden only looked down, his high collar hiding his blackish blue tinted lips from Nerio but he spoke clearly. ''Necromaners lose part of their soul with each conjured spell, and walking corpses are soulless and just what they are, corpses, even if one has a mind it is only the memories of the dead running through one's head, convincing them of who they are when all they are is the slaves of higher power. As for immortals, they are made, not born. They do not feel death as most do, but they understand if even envy the circle of life.'' He'd explain before sipping more of his tea with a refreshing sigh before he'd continue in while a poetic form. ''As for my job is, I think one would call me a wanderer.''

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"I think you are new," began Nerio. "No two necromancers, walking dead corpses, immortals, are the same." He shifted in his seat and propped his ankle onto his knee, propping his staff onto his lap. Soulless corpses...Nerio had to hold back a small laugh.

"Some immortals, I've found, are born. There are endless possibilities of people, of creatures- beings- within this world. This universe. It's...amazing, really. Anything can happen."

Which wasn't always a good thing.

Nerio leaned forward, elbow on the table. "Ah, a wanderer. Doesn't explain much, but it does say something."

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Hayden would nod in agreement with Nerio for a moment before smiling for a short time before it faded into a somewhat sadness and shame as he was sucked into his thoughts for a moment then he'd come back with a serious look on his face. ''Perhaps, I never said they were all the same. I only meant their origin is the same.'' He'd feel Nerio get closer, making him lean back, looking a bit nervous for a moment before regaining his composure. ''What does it say, Nerio?''

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"Your unfamiliarity. Among other things." He gestured to the cloak, the leather and gold armor. "I mean, sure, we have guys like you walk down the street all the time, but most people acclimate to the more...casual feel of Wing City." He reprimanded himself again for the movement; the man couldn't see! But calmed down. It was habit. He was doing it for himself. "It also rules out the fact that you're from some fancy pansy faction like the Aschen and the Coalition, unless they're suddenly taking in foreigners and magic users."

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Hayden only smiled in amusement as Nerio spoke, he'd put his gloved hand to his chin, tilting his head, feeling the waves of movement from his hands as he spoke. ''Young, wise and well mannered. Hand gestures confirm your both that you are well spoken and were taught the manners of a gentleman. You should be proud of that, not embarrassed. The heat given off your cheeks tell me you are a bit flustered.'' He'd take a sip of his tea before he'd put his arms on the table. ''So, you are saying I stand out? That I don't fit in to Wing city? Indeed. Wanderers don't usually fit in... I am... passing through. I have some... business to take care of here.'' He'd smile somewhat wider. ''Magic? Oh... no... magic is such a tame word for what I can do, but no matter. It will not be needed. Yet.''

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"That you don't fit in makes it sound like you're not welcome, which is incredibly opposite for Wing City. Anyone's welcome." Most, that is. "Among some other crowds you would not stand out so much. Probably around my crowd, with a bunch of mages and other such folk. What some would call older-timey people, though it's really just a different culture altogether." He paused in speaking. Nerio did love to chat.

He lifted a brow at the man at a statement he made. "Ah, so much so that even magic is tame compared to the fierceness of your power? Yes, I've heard that one before." He guessed that Hayden did not want to speak about what he was there for. Probably dark business.

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Hayden would only listen to Nerio, his face going blank, closing his eyes over, exhaling air in much of a elongated sigh. ''If one knew what I was, I would be shunned and I do not mean to say I am better than anyone, this is not my intention at all... I feel, like your magic and mine are completely different, one spanning from knowledge, practice and good deeds while the other of origin, duty and darkness...'' He'd open his whited out eyes and smile faintly, sadness in his voice. ''I am... sorry if I seemed to be boastful.... Nerio.''

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There was a new regular at Eat Out. It wasn't unusual for restuarants to have regulars or new ones at that. However the amount of money or favors required for someone to frequent this establishment were extraordinary. Such to the extent that a regular could not show up for a month or so. Yet this newbie was here everywhere day for the last two weeks. And like clockwork she was here again.

A tall, young oriental woman. She was dressed plainly, professionally but she walked with a degree of elegance that was not normally seen even in the higher echelons of the business world. She seemed delicate but the observant of security of Eat Out would have seen the scar on her right shoulder on previous visits. Sufficient to say, there was evidence of mystery. This woman was more than she seemed and her frequent visits meant she was either someone powerful or she had friends in high places. This was enough to get the attention of some, the caution of others, but apparently it was not enough to get Tiegre's.

With every visit, she sat herself down as though she owned the place and when the Host came to her, she charmingly would say.

"I am here to do business with Mr. Di Gun." .

There were explanations, excuses, and many courteous apologies extended to her.

"I am sorry, Miss. Mr. Di Gun is elsewhere today. We cannot say when he will be back. I am certain you understand.".

Was today's excuse. Yet she seemed unphased.
"Of course I understand. Mr Di Gun is a very busy man. I am willing to wait here until he comes. I an certain you are all capable of catering to my needs as I do...for the 14th time, yes?".

The Host kept his composure despite the frustration he felt. Perhaps that dissatisfied her because Yu Yan went on.
"I am sure the staff is delighted! Another opportunity to redeem themselves after so many consecutive disappointments. I look forward to tasting your efforts.".

Conveniently enough, after every visit a review would make it on various sites on Eat Out's service. Needless to say, they were less than favorable and they were obviously from the same little miss that had requested for Tiegre's presence everyday.

"There was a man whom his peers called the Sleeping Dragon. I want something to drink that reminds me of his noble character and genius. Alcoholic of course. I will think of what to eat as I wait.".

The Host bowed and retreated inside where he could vocalize his frustrations and prepare the others to fufill Miss Yu Yan's outlandish requests.

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Larc was moving quickly, absolutely floating (literally and figuratively) through the large kitchen. The first kitchen of many inside the restaurant. This was Kitchen 1, and it housed a staff of 26 people including the cooks and head staff members. Waiters of the highest efficiency moved in and out like erratic clockwork. Matching paces of everyone as needed. Orders where flying in through ear pieces and holograms. Making for each section of the kitchen to manage time and cooperation in the best way possible.

This was a kitchen bustling with precision and cleanliness, and the temperature was turned all the way up to 11. There was a concentration of magical energy permeating through the kitchen staff that was palpable and visibly purple. One Sous Chef - Alexer - was cutting a bundle of red chives and sliding the finished ingredients with the 'mise en place' for the table presentation over in Section c4. There was a table in need of some spicy garnish next, and they would have it brought. A spice mix was ground, and then hand mixed within the next 47 seconds.

"Slide to table, SA c4 chives and spice mix is en route." was tersely spoken to a waiter on standby, Alexer was already back in motion taking on a precision cut of veggies for another special garnish finish, since it was to order and needed to be done with temperature and texture in mind. The staff moved without a second's notice. Instantly snapping into motion. It was a 'blink and miss' type situation. The red chives and spice mix disappeared in the blink and would arrive in the back section the fancy elegant restaurant within seconds.

"I have a reoccurring customer for Chef. One miss Creed." was spoken from an expediter. Instantly, everyone froze for half a second, before snapping to attention. The staff waiting for Larc's order.

Larc would turn to the kitchen.

"Area's 2 and 3 focus on the current orders coming in. SA c4 is handled, that was the last big order. I need Sous Chef Alexer to task your team on the Provolov Lamb Rack, with Ah Jus Blue Turt. Uriel, make a veggie medly of the heavens, and Yithurk, start that fricking cocktail RIGHT NOW!" Larc blurted out with energy and a new smile.

He turned on his heels as the staff snapped in to thier new ordering, it was audible even. Every little clang, had purpose, the purple mist that was floating throughout the kitchen turned blue and bright. The staff was motivated, and they wanted to meet Larc's expectation. 8 staff members were rededicated to making a single dish, a special one. It would take a total of 5 minutes, but it was 5 minutes that would utilized everything that the staff knew up until today to make happen.

It was, after all, a dish that Larc himself sourced the ingredients for and invented. A take on traditional Terran cuisine, made to be similar to an off worlder's tastebud. Larc focused for moment. He closed his eyes and began chanting. Within 4 minutes, 60 seconds before the dish was meant to go out, there was a beverage half mixed and prepared in front of him, still in the mixing container. There was no glass. Instead, a beautiful assortment of red sand, green ice, blue ice, and some gold liquid inside of a syrup pouring bottle was placed in front of him.

Larc opened his eyes and moved his hands quickly, swooping over the sand instantly. The red sand melding and shaped from the heat and magic coming off Larc's hands. It would form a beautiful ornate plate, octagonal in shape, about size of a standard plate but with upward curving corners. It would be completely see through, with a red glassy tinge. It would have electricity running throughout the glassy plate. Giving it sparks and hues of blue, gold and green. Larc would move to the next item, the two pairs of ice. He would pic up his favorite knife and go to work, moving so fast and with precision, it would take only 10 seconds to complete, he would infuse the knife with life energy and magic. Each ice block was carved into two halves of a dragon-like structure that would hold the liquid of the drink inside, they would be combined to form one dragon of green and blue. The halves would combine in such a way that it would appear as if the tail of the dragon were holding up the spine of the glass at the bottom, whilst the arms and head were holding a chalice like cone shaped vessel for the liquid. Entire structure was difficult to describe, for it was a dragon from an ancient tribe he knew. It was pure art. Most of all, it was alive. The dragon on the glass would move a little and adjust itself, as if waiting for the liquid.

Larc looked over his shoulder to see the 5 cooks bringing various parts of the dish to the red plate he created. Just as he grabbed the golden ambrosia in the syrup pouring container, he had a green fruit in the shape of an orb placed inside the mouth of the glass dragon. The glass dragon seemed excited by that. It held the orb as Larc finished shaking the cocktail and poured a beautiful frothy red liquid into the glass. The glass dragon began vibrating in more excitement. Now, everything was ready. A waiter staff was at his side before he finished the thought. He waved her off.

"I'll be delivering this myself." Larc said, and turned on his hills to head out into the beautifully ornate restaurant. The interior was bright and filled with gold and lavish styling all around. Larc made a beeline for miss Creed's table, his Staff of Ygg would shift from the corner of the kitchen float/fly to catch up with Larc's feet that were moving fast. Two staff members of the waiting team would be holding the main dishes and the drink on elegant black waiting trays.

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Larc strode/floated to the other side of the table and took a seat in a practiced smooth motion. He pulled the seat out and the seat would magically pull back in, perfectly catching him in just the right position. His Staff of Ygg would float over to his right side, changing colors once more to a brighter beige cinderwood color. Clearly intrigued, it would would look as if it was swinging in a small motion from side to side. Larc would look steal a glance at his Staff of Ygg before shifting his gaze back to his guest.

"Hello my esteemed guest - Miss Yan. I can only guess the reason you have been coming here is because you can afford to enjoy our food daily! I would be honored, only except my staff members informed me that they have not managed to satisfy your palate. Disappointing to say the least. I take great bride in my abilities." Larc would began. His waiters would have flanked the table by now, two on each side. One of them would have placed the dragon styled chalice on the table already. The liquid inside would be red, with a layer of froth at the top that would appear to be sprinkled with flecks of gold, upon closer inspection however, one would notice that the entire top level of froth was actually shifting with swirls of lively gold. Like a golden snake in the liquor.

"I decided that I would see for myself all the things I need to know. The truth of my esteemed customers continued presence and request for a Di Grun, the capabilities of judgment towards my food, and whether I need to shut down my services for an intervention. I will not tolerate poor service." He finished. It would be clear through the extremely toothy smile and the measured tone that his expression showed his exact feelings of amusement and pride. A scary expression it would be too. Di Grun's were all born with a mask of darkness over there faces, the only thing visible would be yellow orbs for eyes and sharp pointed teeth that would show when smiling. Through magic, they morphed their fangs to look like normal teeth, but there was one in the family did who not mask his. Larcierge Di Grun was unfiltered among his family and kin.

The little dragon on the chalice, as if on cue, would slither further atop the chalice and aim its snout to the sky. It would blow a 3 foot flame upwards. The flame would be green in color, giving off a very infectiously calming and overwhelmingly invigorating area of effect, instead of the heat of normal. It would surprise everyone, including the waiters.

Larcierge would smile even wider however.

The fruit in its mouth would shine and even brighter green, sparkling and glowing, before being dropped in the drink by the little dragon. To which the dragon would maneuver back down towards the bottom of the chalice. It would inhale once more, then breath a gentle chilling breath of blue mist to cool the bottom of the chalice, keeping the optimum temperature where its supposed to be.

"Before I answer any questions about the famous legendary Sleeping Dragon of Ancient China, nor inquiries of intent/desires any further, please...let us have you drink. I shall indulge with you out of respect. As one should." Tierge said, and one of the waiters will place a chalice made of beautiful black obsidian. It would also look like glass, similar to the one Yu Yan would have. The same waiter will pour a brown liquid that one could assume was a small batch special. Larc would move when Miss Yan moved to sip.

Of course, he and all the staff noticed the man appearing through doors suddenly, but the table had his full attention. Someone would greet the customer withing seconds.