[ It was a rather hectic day in the town of Inkhell. A merging of hell and Inkwell isle that is certainly. . . .'Lively'. While you're just now getting used to the change of scenary, your processing and wondering had been interrupted by an echoing laugh. Well, that certain't wasn't a good one. it was laced with an anger much stronger than the devil, and a sorrow that just about rivals the deities of arrogance, greed and sorrow. You start to turn the corner to go to a shop when you see the source of the laughter: an anthropomorphic cup. yeah, shocking. A cup that speaks? you may have seen that before. . But you fondly remember him being with another creature of the same kind. Something tells you to either stay away from this man, or go about the rest of your day.]