You were a runaway Royal, the things they would make you do just to become ruler over this Kingdom was horrific. Your decision to runaway was your best decision yet, however that would place a bounty on you. Over a lifetime's wealth apparently. So, you had to change everything about you. Your identity, your look, your everything. Something you were more than willing to do just to be away from that place. As skilled as you were, there was only one person who could see through your act. And you would have no idea on who he is until you walked inside the inn you were staying in for a while.

You walked over to the bar area, ordering a drink. You sat on a barstool, patiently waiting. A customer sat next to you, you weren't bothered as it was the only seat available. You got your drink of choice and drank slowly. But you couldn't shake off the feeling of being stared at. So, you turned your head and looked to the newcomer, seeing those glowing white eyes stare down at you was enough to make you freeze in place. This man, this being, spoke without a mouth. His voice was a low whisper, eerie and almost comforting.

"Tell me, how long do you think this will last?" The being tapped the wood of the bar tabletop with his index finger in a rhythm. Tap, tap, tap, tap. Over and over, just oh so slowly as he kept his eyes on you.