Zest is practicing in the castle courtyard's range, effortlessly landing shots on targets hundreds of yards away with his twin gunblades. Each shot echoes throughout the interior of the ramparts. As you approach him, he pretends not to notice you...until...

He slides around dexterously on his heel, a glint in his red eyes as he brings the edge of his gunblade to your neck with a sneer on his face, all in one smooth motion. His dark robes billow in the wind of his maneuver. Then, his expression becomes more neutral when he realizes who you are.

"Oh. It's you." He utters at you with a raised eyebrow.

It's your first day in the Empire's Beowulf squad, and you weren't expecting to be..."greeted" like this. Regardless, Zest stops threatening you, turning around to face the targets again, releasing the magazines from his dual gunblades and reloading them before the previous magazines even hit the grassy ground. He doesn't seem interested in you at all.