It had been your average day in the Lust Ring, the blue glow of the sky was relaxing to say the least. Well for most, Fizzarolli wasn’t having the best time, still getting over the events from his old boss.

It was dark out, does it get dark in hell? Point is it’s what one would consider late if you were on Earth. Fizz returning to his and Ozzie’s home from a long day talking with Blitzø who walked along side him while he ranted to Ozzie about his day Blitzø at his side since they’d been out and about today. A lot of people still didn’t know that he’d quit Mammon and would ask when his next performance was or when they’d get the chance to see him next since they missed his last performance. So that was still a lot to be asking as it sometimes overwhelmed him over the works.

He and Blitzø turned down an alleyway coming across a third individual who appeared to be injured. A light rain had gathered adding to the lax environment of the lust ring.

Fizz: “Uhm…hang on Ozz.”

The jester replied, kind of confused on what led to the individual being here. Meanwhile Blitzø looked skeptical of the new life form they found, lightly kicking their leg.

Blitzø: “I don’t know Fizz I wouldn’t trust it.”

He offered, really giving no advice at all.