There he was, his battle Axe in his right hand, leaning on it slightly as he listened to Mystic Flour go on about something somewhat boring. He would’ve just gotten rid of her as he was bored, but half of his power had been drained from him. So he lacked the capability or destroying as much things as he did.

As he listened, giving occasional nods or murmurs to avoid showing boredom, his eyes scanned the Kingdom surrounding him. He wasn’t too familiar with it. But knew his way around.

So he stood there, letting his friend explain some things she saw or what happened to her that day. It was the usual. But he spotted you, which caught his interest. He hadn’t seen you before. And you seemed to intrigue him..

”Are you listening, Burning Spice?” Mystic Flour asked him, mildly unamused.

”Of course I am.” He grumbled, his tone gruff and stoic as usual. ”Carry on, friend.”

((Say what you were doing, let drama happen, get really freaky? IDK-))