~Leb Sterlyn; Still town square; Confronted~
Leb was picking up the last coin when the ]voice came[ from above him. He didn’t need to look up, the repulsive shades of faded orange and red lit up his on Leb’s peripheral vision like a warning sign. The sign stood for “Incoming Self-Righteous Pr*ck”. Judging by his appearance, he was either a down on his luck carnival performer or a hero wannabe. Still, the boy was either sharp at noticing things, or he had possibly recognized and then watched the dwarf. Leb didn’t bother hiding his scowl as he stumped back up and deposited his dirty rag and the last penny it held in his pouch. Keeping his oversized left arm hidden under his cloak, Leb used his right arm to pull his hood over his head. “If I could have, I would have.” Leb lied, not bothering to look at Mauro as he turned his back to quickly dismiss the young man. It would have been smoothly done, if it wasn’t for yet another pompous getting in Leb’s way. To make it worse, this one looked more like an ass.
Leb softly groaned. Listening to the new boy’s ‘tactful’ defence, Leb knew if the orange kid’s suspicion wasn’t up before, he’d definitely suspect the dwarf now. Leb didn’t know why the boy was bothering to ‘help’ him, but finding out wasn’t a priority. Finding the guild hall or master was. Leb barked at Rucio, “Out of my way!” Not bothering to wait, Leb shoved past the teenager, making his raw physical strength apparent. The boy must have noticed too Leb’s little stunt too, and approved, but his reaction to it reminded Leb of the brats back at Hades’ Devils, and that deserved a stiff shove.
“I hate carnivals, I hate brats, I hate self righteous brats, I hate….” His inner rant was cut short by the announcer. Listening intently, the rage inside Leb quickly turned to angry confusion.
“Master?!?” Leb frowned at the thought. He knew Hayley by reputation, heard she was damn good, but she was no master. In fact, she wasn’t even present during the battle with Infinite Serenade. Leb knew, he was there fighting them. What happened to the old man? In fact, now that he thought about it, Leb had not seen a single Infinite Serenade member he recognized in the whole damn Carnival. If there were starting back up, where the hell were they?
The dwarf needed to see ‘master’ Alicia Hayley’s performance. It’d answer a lot of questions. Leb glanced at the crowd, noting the mass of ‘tall’ people. If he wanted a see the show, he would have to find a better spot. His eyes found a tree, not far from where he was, then moved swiftly across the path of some fancy dressed slick-ball, nudging him softly as he went by. Leb didn’t bother looking back, he barely touch the guy. Upon reaching the base of the tree, Leb started looking for a low branch of nook to haul up on. He did notice a man telling a little boy a story, sitting only meters away. Gut- wrenching nostalgia came over him, Leb remember the same story. Though it had slight differences, Nathaniel, a bard, told that story often many years ago. And, just like then, Leb felt compelled to add his own contribution to the tale.
“Then the monster stood up and ate him, and used Seto bones for scraping his arse, the end.” Leb curtly concluded, giving the pair a quick wicked grin, his eyes still looking at the tree for a way up.