“Fools...” He shook is head, black hair pushed aside after daring to fall before his burning, sapphire eyes. Ire burbled in the pit of his stomach. The man wanted to pound his fist through the siding of the adjacent building. However, that was unbecoming. He released a huff, a short, amused chuckle – a chortle, and did so with his eyes closed.
The origins of his frustrations and amusement was his wish to confront a particular breast. However, he was unable to rally anybody to accompany him. They contrasted with his persona too starkly. However, after he gathered himself, he moved towards the city's main entrance.
“...Hmph!” He smirked, catching sight of a creature he assumed sentient, but on a lesser standing than himself. After all, they were not even human.
“Creature there...” he greeted. “I require a party for I wish to slay--”
The azeban walked right by without a word. The man shook his head and with a flick of his wrist, allowed a blue flame to erupted before the beastkin. He stopped and slowly turned his attention to the spell's caster.
“Do not ignore me. I will make an exchange of the monetary variety. You have abilities, no?”
He sighed. Just a sigh and approached.
“I hope you're stinkin' rich...” Bandit muttered.1 | Kin Harle