Hayaihebi scoffed, legs hooked lazily around the barstool as he took a long, slow drink from his glass. The only pub in Windsea was packed- loud, stifling, and distracting him from his whiskey sour he had set before him on the counter. The snake coiled his neck tightened, it's head nudging against Hayaihebi's jaw before dipping down and flicking its tongue into his drink.

He hadn't been in the city long, maybe a month at best, but he already hated it. Rot and mould clung to everything, and the people weren't much better- liars, thieves, cowards. None of them dared to look him in the eye, which suited him just fine. Though, he wouldn't shy away from showing off his shimmering blue scales and piercing them with his crimson gaze.

Windsea was just a place to pass time. A place to drink bad whiskey and wait to hear word from his brothers. Then, he'd burn this rotten place to the ground- just like The Society.

Someone slammed into the back of his stool, sending a wave of cheap alcohol splashing down his back. The pub froze. Conversations died mid-word.

Hayaihebi lowered his glass slowly, the soft clink of glass against the wooden bar cutting through the silence. The snake around his neck lifted its head, red eyes narrowing on whoever disturbed its master.

"You're lucky." Hayaihebi said, pushing himself up from the stool lazily, "I'm in a good mood tonight."

He noticed the person who had bumped into him- barely reaching his chest, dripping with ale wide-eyed but trying to hide their fear. Hayaihebi smirked, amused at the sight. He didn't bother stepping back, or summoning his fire. They weren't worth the effort.

"You gonna apologise, little thing?" he drawled, voice smooth and soaked in mockery. "Or pick a fight with a dragon?"

*The snake around him hissed low, its tongue flickering out as a warning to the stranger. Hayaihebi leaned down, craning over the other and casting them fully in his shadow."

"Go on..." His grin widened, teeth sharp and dangerous. "Entertain me."