Arwin was out in town. He had decided he'd take a walk around for no particular reason. Though he was glad both Latte and his son were with him. For now, as he walked through the streets, all eyes were on them, the greatest magician from the magic tower, the mistress of the magic tower and their son.

Arwin: hm.

he didn't care much for anyone around, nor for the attention he was given. If he really wanted to he could just behead them all and be done with it but no. That'd be too much of a mess. Maybe turn them all to dust. He glanced around, pondering the idea before he noticed something.