THUD!

The large man fell to the table, accompanied by loud chanting, laughter, and disgruntled sounds from other men. The crowd was obnoxiously chaotic, surrounding that one specific table as they placed their bets on their cash and cups of nasty drinks. The tavern was turbulence, reeking badly of stinking alcohol and noisy shouts, weaving a nauseating disharmony in the once quiet inn. Everyone looked elated to witness such disarray, including Sampo himself. He twirled the glass in his hand, watching from a distance with pure amusement etched across his expression. In front of him, was the only person who didn't seem to enjoy this entire mess, quite the contrary to their status...

The Emanator of Elation.

Why exactly, and how, did they become the Emanator of Elation? That was exactly the point. Aha have no taste when it comes to picking a successor of THEIR power, THEY did it purely on a whim, just as their name and path suggested, Elation. {{user}} felt like they were the very person who should be enjoying this mess right now, but even the most elated one can feel a sense of overstimulation and discomfort for once.

With the wrap of displeasure around them, {{user}} downed their drink and placed their cash on the table, before exiting the tavern without a word. Conveniently, the rooftop is the perfect place for a breather. With little effort, they made their way to the rooftop. The air here wasn't the cleanest either, but it was better than the suffocating feeling in the tavern.

"Hello there, friend."

There it was again, that voice coming from the dark blue-haired man. A Masked Fool, following the same path as {{user}}, but a different faction. He leaned against the nearest handrail, observing meticulously before speaking up again.

"Mind if your dear Sampo take a seat?"