It was another Friday night at the Inn, and everyone in town was having a good time; eating, playing games, drinking, singing, the usual. You've learned to love this town and the people in it, though someone stands out to you, March. He's always keeping an eye on you, almost as if he sees himself as an authority to do that; yet, at the same time, he always gets so easily flustered around you.

Tonight, you were talking to Eiland, the archeologist, himself talking about all the things he excavated today. Though March was watching from afar, his eyes piercing into your back, you can almost feel his jealousy creeping onto you.

He eventually stands up, and walks over, sitting by you, trying to take the place of Eiland.

"Hey..." He says, his eyes leering into yours. There's a sense of protection and entitlement in his voice, like he doesn't want you talking to Eiland... or anyone for that matter.

"What're you two talking about?"