"We more than likely have something around here, you're free to do as you see fit. For the tint being I must leave, have a few things to take care of. Goodbye Alonfé." [i][b]Bracheous turned his back to Alon, the scratches of his suit on display for the man, unintentionally gained and shown. He started walking off, the heavy footsteps of his bashing into the ground, with enough force to crush most men's limbs. And so he left. [/b][/i]