our c o m m o n goal {Virgil} [Finished]

[Iris Lionhaert]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend “ The alleyways were such a maze, especially at night, when the only lights one had was lantern posts lit up only so dimly, it was still impossible to see much of the road. Her boots clopped on the pavement in a hasty manner, much like her behavior was earlier, and now she was paying the price. Fear fueled her adrenaline providing the much needed energy her body would need to get away. Far away as humanly possible from the trouble she found, and unintentionally got herself mixed into. She knew she was probably getting in over her head when she got involved, and now she can't seem to get away. So now she was on the run~ Running away from what, you may ask? Strolling through the oh~ so innocent empty streets in the middle of the night, the eccentric maiden was merely minding her own business, reciting lines from her favorite fairy tale stories, working her way back home. That is, until she stumbled upon a scene, men kidnapping innocent woman, bounding their hands. She stared dumbfounded in a blurry haze not comprehending that this was the work of evil men. Evil will always kidnap the beautiful maidens - it happened a lot in stories, and then a few chapters later, the prince will save the maiden from the evil men, and they live happily ever after... the only problem with stories is that they're not always true. Not all of the time did the maidens get their happy endings - no handsome charming prince was going to save them from an ill-fate. Good men were sacrificed for the sake of balancing out the overwhelming evil odds. Iris was no beautiful maiden either. Just an odd girl... a sad lonely girl, who forsaken society for the sanctuary of her fairy tales. When the men stopped in the middle of their work, they noticed Iris right away, and assumed she was one of the girls they captured, and got away. You can obviously get the rest of the story from here, right? For the most part, Iris believed that she outran the men chasing after her as she made a sharp turn out of the alley, and into the square of Hyrule Castle Town. The fountain in the heart of the town was illuminated softly by the light of the moon, and could easily match the color of her elongated hair. Her heart was aching inside of her chest, wanting to find reprieve knowing that men were still hunting her down relentlessly. The faint sounds of footsteps caught her attention. Her body felt like ice as she felt her legs moving around the fountain before curling up quietly, wrapping her arms around her legs, in a sorry attempt to hide away from those who wished to detain her. She closed her eyes in an attempt to whisking away her uneasy tension for solace that was nowhere to be found. With each rushing step, she could feel their eyes on her, but it was only a matter of time before she was caught. ” ― Iris Lionhaert TAGGED : Virgil Montage WORD COUNT : 490 NOTES : Scott Pilgrim on the brain. xD CREDITS : template by JAWN of OTE	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Virgil Montage]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] Evening tea always went good with a scenic background. What better than the empty square on an uneventful night such as this? Punctuality was time’s middle name. Arriving neither too late nor too early – exactly right on the dot. Nothing went better for the conclusion of the evening than a nice spot of black tea. Sitting down in one of the empty chairs next to a table, Virgil held the tea pot’s handle with utmost tender care as he tipped it over as the spout hovered over an empty tea cup. Mind you, he was over by the cafe area whereas in the day, it would be full of people sitting out enjoying the sun, and fresh air with a drink. Virgil rather enjoyed the tranquility the night provided, and the barren cafe all to himself to enjoy his tea. Amber colored liquids came pouring out of the dainty tea pot and into the cup; the fragrance of freshly brewed tea permeated through the finely set up table. Baked goodies such as two or three sliced cakes, assorted fruit, and muffins sat decorating the table on what looked like expensive china plates. Another successful brew if he did say so himself. Each time he concocted his afternoon tea, it was truly never the same, and not all of the time did the blend taste as succulent as the last. Still, the Hatter was rather pleased with the results he got. Reaping his rewards, he placed the yellow floral designed tea pot back down on the table, only to take up the tea cup filled with his favorite drink. With his free hand, he picked up a spoon, and scooped up a bit of sugar, and dumped the content into his cup. With four consecutive stirs his cup was ready. If there was anything else in the world that satiated Virgil’s fixation it would no doubt be black tea. Nothing else gave him bliss save for the evening torture session back at home but we’ll put those figments away for the time being. It was tea time. He took a small sip of the delicacy in his cup. With a triumphant sigh exhaled from his lips, he closed his eyes in contentment. “Perfect,” he mused, breathing in the intoxicating aroma. "Hmm?" His turquoise eyes averted it's transfixed gaze from his brewed tea straight over to an interesting sight to behold. A lone girl huddled up against the fountain that laid front in the heart of the square. An eyebrow arched up at such a peculiar sight. Suddenly answers began to show themselves in the form of a large group of men coming out of the alleyways. Probably no doubt searching for the girl. I see, so that's what's going on, he mused. An idea forming within that wicked little head of his. "Gentlemen," he drew their attention towards him. As soon as their meneacing glares fell upon his figure, their expresssions quickly changed, some even gasping at his face. Good. So they were apart of the dogs of Hyrule's underground network of human trafficking, out on duty to collect women to put on the black market. So they certainly must know of the Mad Hatter. "The girl you're looking for has gone to the southern most end of the city, by the gates," he lied, pointing them in the wrong direction. Though like loyal dogs who heed a leader's command they followed blindly towards his direction. Now that, that's taken cared of, Virgil laid his eyes on the girl, raising a free hand up, gesturing her to come over.

[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] notes... Nothing wrong with that, Sey <3 tag... Iris Lionhaert words... 602 lyrics... Stratus by Moments in Grace credit... onigirishi of OTE, background credit goes to miseryloneliness of DA

[Iris Lionhaert]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] You crack the whip shape-shift and trick the past again “ This was all but a bad dream. All she had to do was wake up and she was back in her sanctuary where she can once again dream away her life into the fairy tales she engrossed herself in. She cringed at the sound of their trampling steps on the pavement grew louder and louder. Softly she whimpered demanding that she be woken up from the mad dream. She was safe in her bed between the sheets ready to start a new day, find a new story to dive into, and pretend she's apart of the matter. That her role was just as important as the next character in each chapter, and in the end, they all lived happily every after. All's well that ends well. She repeated that line again, and again, and again trying to convince herself she wasn't there. She wasn't being chased. All of a sudden everything went quiet. Fluttering her eyelids open halfway, she pulled what strength she had together to keep herself from gasping, taking notice how close the group of men who were chasing her were to the fountain. Don't let them see me. Don't let them see me. I'm not here, she cried. A voice, so clear, and strong announced the presence of another man who drew the group's attention away from her, and onto him. Her aquamarine eyes looked up to see a finely dressed gentleman leading the group somehow to the wrong direction. Her eyes stared at the man owlishly as the group moved out so obediently to his commands. Apparently he held some kind of authority over them, but that was besides the point at hand. He drew them away from her on purpose. Virgil made it no secret that he wanted her to come closer to him. What other choice did she have? She owed him for saving her from a fate not quite unnatural for a helpless woman who strayed away from the safe confinements of her home. Lifting herself up off of the pavement, she started her way on over to the empty cafe, save for the man, and soon enough herself included. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sight of a spread so fine it felt almost unnatural to be there. How delightful~ Iris would not question such matters, and get straight to the heart of the matters. He protected her, but it seemed quite a bit too generous for her liking. "Thank you," she said gratefully, bowing her head at a perfect forty-five degree angle. Not high as it to show she looked down on him, but not low enough for him to think lowly of her. ” ― Iris Lionhaert TAGGEd : Virgil Montage WORD COUNT : 441 NOTES : Gewd. >w> CREDITS : template by JAWN of OTE	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Virgil Montage]

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[atrb=style, background: #FAFAFA;] This was heaven. A small smile graced his features as if captivated by the tea’s alluring fragrance. His obsession with tea, and not just any tea, black tea, was considerably strong. He made sure that every afternoon, and evening that he'd have that special moment where he can have his tea. Habits were really hard to break – no matter where you found yourself at. He couldn’t fathom why he loved it so, his memories were vague on his infatuation with the amber colored drink. Memories could be taken away but feelings still remained. For the most part, Virgil was in his happy place. “Hm?” he quirked. Out of the corner of his turquoise eyes he spotted a figure right in front of him. In the most elegant fashion a gentleman could muster up, he put his tea cup down back on it’s china, then putting it down onto the table right in front of him. The Hatter shifted his body slightly on over to get a better look at what appeared to be a young lady standing right before him. He took a double intake of his unexpected guest – noticing right off the bat the distinctive traits of her appearance that piqued his interest. Her hair was the prominent feature that stood out the most – it was blue as the pools that sprayed prettily in the fountain that sat in the heart of the square. Her poise, her peculiarly calm demeanor, and the way she dressed daintily... if not a little odd. It wasn't often that you saw a girl in a sleeveless shirt, a pair of black arm warmers, and a mini skirt with a dangling strap on it. Amusement illuminated within his aqua hues for eyes. “Why, it was no problem at all, young miss,” he greeted, an affable, yet formal smile formed upon his lips. He stood up properly to properly greet his guest, tipping his hat off for her. The black feathers decorated in his hat swaying slightly in the process. “Care for a cup of tea tonight? There's plenty for two.” With a small bow, keeping his hat on his head, he gestured for his lovely new found company to have a seat, and join him for tea. He listened intently at her following question. “Small leisures such as these do go well with company, no?” he mused, pulling out a chair for her, before taking his own seat back at the table. He couldn't have her standing there like a wallflower. Her pretty blue eyes were filled with questions, and he was filled with answers. It was all a matter now on how she asked those said questions that he'd choose how to answer them. So Virgil waited patiently for her reaction.

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[Iris Lionhaert]

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[atrb=style, width: 500px, bTable][atrb=style,width:20px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true]	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style, background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png); color:#1a5f79; font-family: Arial; border-right: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-left: 3px solid #1a5f79; border-bottom: 3px solid #1a5f79;] You crack the whip shape-shift and trick the past again " Iris turned her aquamarine eyes over to the moon staring at it for a moment or two, feeling out of touch of reality, as if the moon's pale rays would provide a way back home. She could just see it now by some unknown reason she would find the path lit up by starlight leading her back to the fantasies that brought her joy. Where she could dive back into her toys, and pretty little costumes and play pretend. A place where she could call her own, and nobody would question her motives or complain of a pathetic little girl lost to all hope. Quietly, she stared at the gentleman, who stood up from his chair to greet her so formally. His mannerisms were semi-formal. Basically, he was polite and knew his manners, but he tossed them around in a casual manner to throw his company's guard off. What a tactful ploy he put up, but Iris wasn't entirely impressed. Though she had no room to speak much since he did divert away a group of men that were bent on catching her tonight. "I suppose... I could spend some time. I shall accept your offer," she said. Taking the seat he pulled out for her, she adjusted her skirt as she tucked in her chair. Her attention then turned to the more elegant spread across the table taking notice that most of the assortments of light refreshments were sickeningly perfect. Picking up an empty tea cup by the saucer it stood prettily upon with one hand, her other hand placed itself upon the handle of the tea cup, tipping it over until the hot content was poured out from the spout. She picked up the fragrance of a familiar blend she knew all too well. "You have excellent taste," she complimented calmly, placing the tea pot down, and mixing in just enough sugar into her cup until it was ready. She took a few sips at first, and allowed the taste to sit on her tongue before swallowing the concoction down her throat. "You protected me for a reason... why?" she asked first. Her eyes starring at the cup for a prolonged amount of time actually admiring the craftsmanship of the little dish. Might as well get to the heart of it now while the night was still young. " ― Iris Lionhaert TAGGED : Virgil Montage WORD COUNT : 390 NOTES : Murrrr... fail post. Dx CREDITS : template by JAWN of OTE	[atrb=style, width:10px; background:#84979e url(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/5981/letterbg.png);]	[atrb=style,width:20px]
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[Virgil Montage]

Turquoise eyes flickered with amusement. Mild curiosity dancing in his eyes as he noticed her observing the moon. It entertained him so because it looked endearing. His smile curled wide across his lips, delighted of the girl’s kind acceptance to join him for a spot of tea. With her pale complexion, and stunning unnaturally colored locks for hair. Still, his thoughts were quickly diverted back to the matters at hand. Nothing pleased him more than to have company, and share the very same enjoyment he took quite a pleasure in indulging. It was rather ridiculous on how obsessive one could be, especially over a drink. Yet his insatiable love for black tea was quite notorious.

“Splendid! Splendid!” he chimed merrily. The Hatter followed a rather unique set of codes as far as fighting went. So long as tea was being served, there would be no fighting, for the sake of protecting tradition, and his tea was set tonight. It would be a crying shame to have any unruly events sour the mood. It was a time for peace, and enjoyment. Virgil had with him now everything he could ask for, black tea to drink, and a lovely companion to share that said tea with.

"You're most gracious, young miss. I am proud to say I personally make my own blend of tea, adding something new to my creation each time. Fruit extracts or perhaps some exotic herbs," he explained so passionately. Raising his cup to her, Virgil took another swig. The Hatter prided himself as a great host for his tea gatherings, and wouldn’t try anything underhanded, what he drank from his pot was not anything different than what the girl had poured into her own.

Her first question was rather disappointing. Surely, she could have come up with a better way to asking? Still, he only smiled before placing his tea cup back on his saucer. "Would you rather have me hand you over to those men hunting you down?" he answered her question with another. "Think carefully on the questions you should be asking, my dear." His turquoise eyes staring at her with mocked amusement.

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[Iris Lionhaert]

A story began to play out within her head. The images of colorful and obscene scenery began to flood her mind with a place she could have sworn must have been a dream. Mushrooms twice the size as Iris, cards with faces, who held weapons like that of knights, and servants who had the audacity to paint white roses red. What was that story again? Did it even exist for that matter? Or perhaps she was going insane from blurring too many stories together... She couldn't remember it entirely, but the gentleman reminded her way too much of it. It was as if one of the characters had come to life, but Iris couldn't put her finger on the name of the story, let alone the character he reminded her so much of.

With a silent poise, she noticed he was quite infatuated with his evening tea, and seemed rather pleased in her acceptance to joining him. It was almost disturbing how merry the man can be given that, you know, it wasn't normal for people to be having tea in the middle of the deserted streets of Castle Town. Then again, she had to muse herself, realizing that, she too, wasn't a normal girl. She sauntered through danger as if it were a normal thing in her life. Give or take, she knew when her limit had been reached, and haul her happy ass out of danger such as getting captured by a ruthless bunch of brutes.

Iris nod her head as he explained quite enthusiastically his joy in tea. She had to admit it was an admirable trait she could relate to. Obsessing over something as trivial as a refreshment nobles indulged themselves in. To be quite honest, it was a pleasant drink, she was pretty sure anybody could enjoy it should they take the time. Though what really wet her senses were stories. Fairy tales to be precise. Anything you could imagine up that didn't exist in reality already was more than a euphoria for the young blue haired woman. She took another swig of her tea taking her time to get through her cup.

Her blue eyes narrowed at his question. It only confirmed her suspicions that he held some power over the men that were chasing her. He could have easily just led them straight to her if he wanted. She was being toyed with. "You have power," she stated softly, "Power in order to protect or break lives like mine."

Her bangs fluttered over her eyes as she stared back at her cup. Barely taking half a cup. She didn't want anybody tarnishing her only desire, to keep herself locked up in her own delirium, so the rest of the voices inside of her head would grow quiet. "Could you lend that power to protect me?" she asked.

[Virgil Montage]

"Power, you say?" he mused at her words. Virgil had plenty of resources, and information when it came to the wood works of Hyrule's underground black market trading. He specialized in importing illegal items to auction off to the highest bidder. Quite frequently did he do auctions in the most discreet parts of Hyrule. It wasn't surprising to find nobles who desire things that aren't approved in the public's eyes. However in this special case, she didn't ask for anything specific, but rather something as simple as protection. He took a sip of his drink, letting each drop savor onto his tongue, the sweet concoction putting his mind in a near state of euphoria.

"What will you do with that said protection?" he prodded the girl, "My generosity has it's limits, young miss. I saved you this time around for the sake of keeping the peace for this evening's serving of tea. I can't promise you the same results if you should run into the same problem." Not that it mattered. He doubt that there would be a next time. The main reason behind this ordeal was to find out what she wanted. Whether she got it or not depended on how she managed to hold her ground. Virgil did not like easy toys to play with it otherwise they broke easily.

This girl seemed very out of place with reality. Her eyes were transfixed in a whole another world, as if she wasn't looking straight at the Mad Hatter, but rather at something else entirely. He had to admit he's never stumbled across a lunatic before so he might as well entertain himself. At least until she proves otherwise completely useless. "Should I give you what you want," his lips curled up into a small, deviant smile, "What is it that you can provide in return?"

[Iris Lionhaert]

If Iris had any pride then perhaps she would have been annoyed with the situation. However it was rather difficult to spark any irritations from the girl as far as damaging pride went. She didn't have the typical pride that most aristocrats held for commoners, or flaunting their status to society. Hell, she didn't even like society to begin with, let alone keep up with the latest trends or phases going on. It just didn't matter to the reclusive blue haired odd ball.

What did matter though was her own safety when walking the streets on her own. She wasn't asking for some position of power in what kind of organization he had. All she wanted for the most part was solace. An escape from reality~

"I never asked you to," she said coyly, "but your generosity goes without saying is much appreciated. What I do with the protection you provide is more or less for occasions such as this. I only wish to be left alone when walking the streets." Was it too much to ask for people to just leave her alone? The night was not only for the wicked, but also the other seclusive entities who travel by night.

Virgil was a businessman. There was no doubt about it, he simply wouldn't take up a one sided offer without having something in return for such a favor, especially coming from a girl he just met. A small smile formed upon her lips. "In return for your protection, I can provide compensation through working any type of labor you for you," she offered, "Almost any~ My time in your services will depend up to you on how much it'll equal up to your end of the bargain. If anything, you earned yourself, a well-rounded servant capable of getting a task done how and when you need it."

[Virgil Montage]

Virgil was quite entertained with the young woman. It baffled yet amused him on how she tossed away any concerns if the Mad Hatter was a threat to her. It was as if she was drained of the very fear that should be in her heart when dealing with strangers. Many who traveled by night were either foolish or tough; one or the other, there was nothing else to describe it. The hatter could only conclude that she was either very bold, or quite insane. Whatever. Virgil liked to consider himself a gambling man when it came to meeting people, but he didn't mind enjoying his evening with women. Especially interesting ones like Iris.

His cold turquoise eyes lit up with interest. Her demands weren't hard to fulfill, but what puzzled him was why would she ask such a request to a stranger she just met? Certainly, she could probably hire a body guard to get accompany her. His mind contemplated a few other alternatives that she could have gone with. Yet she still made this deal with him. "I'll have you know, my dear," he said in a low voice, "I'm not a good man. The business I do isn't what you could consider... good clean industrial work. Are you sure you still want to work for me?"

His eyes fell upon the girl, gazing up at her pretty, yet strange features. It would be entertaining to see what kind of service she could provide under his wing. Why not? If he got bored with her, he could easily dispose of her. For now, he'd have his fun, and entertain the girl with her wishes. Placing his cup, and saucer down onto the table, he pulled his chair out to remove himself from his seat. Walking over to the girl, he carefully placed his arms around her, brushing one of her long twin tails past her shoulders, lowering his lips towards her ear.

"Very well, young miss," he chimed, "You have a deal, but know this, by sealing this proposal, you belong to me now."

Pulling his arms off of her, and drawing away, he allowed a small chuckle to escape his lips. His jet black hair fell over his eyes as he attempted to adjust his hat. His eyebrows quirked up before he pulled out his pocket watch. Taking a look at the time, he realized, his time was up. Time to move onto other things. He flashed a smile back over to the young miss, finally dawning onto him he never got her name. "What's your name, my lady?" he asked, "I'm Virgil Montage. A pleasure."

[Iris Lionhaert]

Just as Virgil was amusing himself trying to read her, Iris was delighted on how things were playing out in her favor. She began to think up of all the roads this could lead her. She could most certainly end in a world of hurt because of this. The young girl was well aware of the risks she was taking, and tossed them aside like she did with the rest of her fear. They wouldn't serve her any good now. Her delusional mind would suffice just knowing that she could walk the streets without being harassed.

Virgil said it himself that he could have easily handed her over to the men who chased her through the alleys. Though he knew she had motives, and perhaps they may have been simple, they were still things that Iris knew he could accomplish for her. In return, she'd pay off her debt by being in his service. It was true that she could have found such service with anybody else, but why not him? He was there, and nothing wrong with trying to spark up a business deal with a business man.

When he spoke, telling her he wasn't a good man, she could only smile softly. She nodded her head softly no needing to further voice her thoughts in the matter. She laid her proposition on the table for him. He could take it or leave it, either way, Iris had nothing to lose out of this. Or at least she didn't think she did at the moment.

Her blue eyes flickered softly watching him get out of his seat, and come up behind her. She froze softly for a brief second taken by surprise as he wrapped his arms around her whispering in her ear conditions. Belong to him now? She supposed that was right. Iris really didn't care; her deal has been concluded. He was so close to her though that she couldn't help but notice the scent of his cologne he wore. Expensive fragrance, not at all that strong, but noticeable with him being so close to her.

The young woman could feel her heart palpitating in her chest never been hold like that before. Yet her expression was left in a state of emptiness as if she didn't feel a thing. She didn't know how to react properly to such an embrace, let alone she didn't brush him off. "I am pleased to be of service to you," she replied back as he let her go.

She adjusted herself in her seat turning around to face him as he made space between them. He took a pocket watch checking out the time. She couldn't help but let out a girlish laughter as he reminded her as well that they never did exchange names with one another yet. "Iris Lionhaert," she replied back, "Likewise to you too, Mr. Montage."

It would seem that their time together would be concluded tonight. She placed her teacup down placing it daintily on the table before rising up to her feet. Dusting off her skirt, she looked back over to the Hatter before bowing once again. It was time to return back home before the men from before come running back to retrace their steps. "See you later," she bid him goodbye, before sprinting off back home.

Away from it all. Escaping reality once again~

[ Exit ]

[Virgil Montage]

"What an odd, but sad little girl," he taunted watching her as she left. Diverting his attention back over to the tea set, Virgil snapped his fingers, and instantly, a group of finely suited gentleman began picking up the dishes, and tableware off of the table. Leaving not a trace of evidence behind that there was an evening tea tonight. It would seem that his pastime with good company came to conclusion. A lot too soon for his taste, but time sure flies when you were having fun. At least, Virgil was entertained for the night.

He would personally see to it that he sees this girl more frequently. Adjusting his hat on his head, a grin formed, thinking about the girl who gave him her name. Iris Lionhaert. He needed to learn more about the girl. If only to see how useful she really can be for him.

Grabbing his cane, Virgil nodded to the men, who cleaned up the table before walking in the opposite direction. He strolled out of the square of Hyrule Castle town, and back to within the shadows, where he would be greeted with appointments that required his attention. The usual routines, dealing with the local drug dealers, collecting dues, etc. The night was only just beginning.

Fin

[Azler Wilder]

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