Exton

Ob leans close to the young Tiger next to him. The young man is partially changed, barely human. He murmurs softly and the Tiger nods. With each repeat, the crowd starts to move, opening a way to the door.

"It seems you are welcome to leave, amigo. I would advise you take advantage."

Gone is the easygoing bohemian. Ob's eyes lighten from pale blue to almost white. The chill light clashes with his dark skin, bringing with it an air of menace. He smiles, teeth now sharp, betraying the dragon.

*"Adiós amigo. Hasta que nos encontremos otra vez."

There is a soft rumble to his words. The crowd echos with soft growls.


*Goodbye friend, until we meet again.