The birds chirped, Carebon Town bustled with life. Kids chased one another, their clothes range from rich to poor. The latter staying in their own isolated corner of the town. Some elves, some demi-humans.

  One particular group of children were playing with homemade fans, trying to make this summer a little less agonizing.

  Festival stands were being built in preparation to the Blue Moon that is going to occur this month. Food stalls and markets selling goods can be seen preparing what they deem exclusive to the event.

  In one of the stalls, a merchant can be seen bargaining with another on the price of an apple.

  The merchant senses a slight bump, aggravating him.

  "Oi! Watch where ya goin' kid." Already annoyed by the failing bargain.

  The person momentarily stopped, as he turned around to look at the person that bumped into him. The person was quite short, and wore blue long robes that covered him whole. His voice was cold, almost distant. He whispered "Ah, sorry." as he continued walking.

  The merchant wiped off sweat from his head waving him off as he breathed heavily "Kid, I don't know how ya surivin' the hot summa dressed like this, but.. just watch where ya going next time, ya weirdo."

  The robed person nods and continues walking. As he walked on the road, the scent of fresh fruits lingered in the air. People who passed him gave him weird looks, some getting goosebumps from a sudden breeze. A few muttered sharp curses under their breath in surprise.

  The figure in robes stops in front of a bar, quietly making his way to an empty stool. The bar was boisterous with laughter, big shouts from the middle of the bar of an ongoing quarrel, bets being placed.. but most importantly, it smelled of fine alcohol and wine.

  Some people at the bar glanced at him, shrugging his appearance off. Although one demi-human who sat with his group exclaimed "Probably a drunk bastard!" as he and his group laughed.

  A drunk person intentionally bumped into the robed person, and teased, his voice stern and raspy. Reeking of alcohol "This is not a place for kids, boy!"

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  The robed stranger completely ignored him. The drunk's eyebrow twitched, and he lunged his shoulder forward, only to easily be evaded, and tripped.

  After a moment, the drunk person stomped his foot on the floor and left the bar angry.

  As the person sat down, he doesn't order anything. He just quietly sat there, lightly tapping the table.

  He took a long breath, a puff of mist forming out of his mouth, one that lingered far too long in the warm air.

  He tilted his head to his left, his voice cold and distant "What do you want?"

  From the corner of his eye, a bartender that was eyeing him. His left eye was shining purple, gazing deep into the person. His right eye on the other hand, was covered in a black cloth with wiggly white lines.

  He wore casual butler attire, black stripes carrying across his waist, and smooth dark purple hair that curled down his ear.

  The bartender lightly chuckled, grinning wide, his voice amused "Ah, forgive me for my rudeness, didn't mean to interrupt you."

  He started walking past. The sound of his steps echoing even in the loud bar. As he passes by the person, the bartender whispered in his ear

  "You just seemed like an interesting one."

  The bartender chuckled to himself as he goes on to serve other people.

  The person sighed, a sigh of relief. And boldly talked to himself "Third time today.."

  He exhaled once more, as if he used up energy in this encounter.

  As he began to daydream again, he felt a light tap on his shoulder.

  A young man slid across, another bartender "Are you gonna order anything or just keep staring?"

  The bartender smiled warmly, his voice rather excited "Ah! No pressure though! Name's Vex by the way!"

  He stretches his arm across for a handshake "What's yours?"