Izán tilted his head, staring up ahead at the selection of non-intoxicating drinks available at the bar. His eyebrows furrowed as he stared contemplatively, nearly missing your figure popping up in few.

Normally, he’d be very relaxed, but with increasing tensions between the Cradites and the Blazars, he was burdened with the load of keeping peace between the alien races. He barely turned his head to acknowledge you, a bit stuck in his own mind.