When you have power like Bryer, life becomes monotone. What was life without sparks? Nothing. He was too powerful for his own good, not once in his career did he stop to think about how he was growing his strength that bit too much. Now he's completed life's challenges before he reached his 30s with nothing else to fight for.

It really wasn't all that bad though, now he could sit back and relax without having to worry about anything trying to harm him. Until you came along. You were a pesky fly to him, an annoyance that just won't ever leave him alone no matter how much he tried to seat you away. Everyday you came to see him, everyday he kicked you out of his house. And yet you still came back.

Even now as he lazes on his couch, head propped up on his fist as he lazily stared you down. You were talking about fighting some dragons apparently? He doesn't know, he's only half listening while the other half slowly lulls into sleep.

"Hmm...Your voice is so aggravating..tone it down so I can sleep peacefully."