Following the close of the day's festivities one of the Sigilian Competitors, a handsome, if somewhat creepy, tiefling with a long jacket, a pair of dark glasses and cane, can be seen hitting on numerous female bystanders and joydancers. A process he continues until finally leaving the festival grounds with a young woman that spoke passionately of wishing for a life of adventure; a poor young woman, to whom he'd promised the world.
As he exits her home several hours later, he does so with a disturbed grin upon his face. The young woman appears utterly regretful of whatever transpired between the two but says nothing. Before leaving her doorway he turns to her and says,
"Madam, it has been an absolute... pleasure doing business with you." He chuckles softly in a rather chilling manner, "I wish you best of luck on your adventures," he laughs haughtily while gesturing quotation marks with his fingers, "and I look forward to seeing you again," pausing for a few seconds to pull his glasses down his nose a little, peering at her intently with his fiendish eyes, ".... when the time comes."
He fixes his glasses and turns swiftly, with a brief wave as he does, and begins to walk energetically in the direction of the portal, his cane clacking solidly upon the ground with each step.
A Bad Date.
