Jacob walked out of the pub and belched loudly, scratching his enormous girth. "Urgh, what to do, what to do... I'm so bored..." he said, scanning the street. He noticed a poor woman begging for money on the side of the road. "Heh heh..." He waddled over to the woman, several lackeys trailing behind. "What're you doing here, wench? Don't you know this street belongs to me? You have to pay a tax to squat here in this fine dirt all day!" The woman looked terrified, obviously no stranger to this horrid man's reputation. "I- i'll just go somewhere else, sir..." she stammered.
"What? You don't like my little setup here? Now ain't that just rude, boys?" Jacob said, frowning comically. A few of the men behind him chuckled darkly, a few muttered "yeahs." "Now I think that's cause for punishment, little missy. Now you can pay in one of two ways... With your money, or..." Jacob trailed off, eyes roving over the woman's meager body. She flinched unconsciously, covering herself as though the man could see through her sackcloth clothes. "N-no... Just leave me alone, please!" she said, frightened.
A tall young man was just passing by, and heard the woman's pleas. "Hey, now, what seems to be the problem, ma'am?" he asked cheerfully. He turned to the fat man and smiled. Jacob scowled. "Get lost kid, before you get hurt." He pushed the young man aside roughly, and went to grab the woman's arm. Instead, a firm grip locked itself around his wrist. He looked down, noticing a black glove with swirls printed all over it, then looked up to see the young man, smiling widely. "I don't think she wants to be touched, sir. Please, just leave her alone, okay?" He closed his eyes and smiled even wider.
"Like hell I will!" Jacob yelled, pulling back his arm. ...or at least he tried to. The young man's grip was like a vice, and held the hefty man in place. He leaned in closer to the surprised man's face. "Please sir?" he said, tightening his grip slightly. Jacob flinched. The grip felt like his wrist was being run over by a cart. "OW OW OW SURE I'LL LET HER GO!" he finally yelled, pulling back his arm. The young man released it as Jacob pulled, causing the fat man to lose his balance and fall backwards into the dirt. "Thanks, sir, it really means alot to me!" the young man said cheerfully. He turned to the woman. "Are you alright ma'am?" She nodded, grateful for the help. "Anytime, miss."
He turned to leave, when Jacob called up from the ground, "What's your name, you stupid little punk?!" The young man turned with a smile. "Zyra, sir. Zyra Kenstryk. Good day." And with that, he walked off. "....that little punk..." Jacob spat. A bald man strode by the scene, after Zyra. Catching up, he said, "Well, that was certainly a spectacle." Zyra nodded at the man, laughing. "Let's just hope he doesn't try something again, or I'll have to start playing rough, heehee~" The man c'ocked an eyebrow. "How rough?"
Zyra looked back to the woman, only to see Jacob taking her roughly by the arm and dragging her from her spot. Zyra frowned, raising his hands in front of him. He began mumbling something... and a darkness spread from his hands into the ground. It traveled in front of Jacob and his men, and suddenly, a pair of skeletons burst from the ground, which grabbed Jacob. Zyra turned his head to the bald man. "See, rough. For the dead, anyway, hah." He slowly walked back to Jacob, who was thoroughly freaking out. "AAAAGH GET THESE THINGS OFFA ME AGH!" "Jacob, Jacob, Jacob... I asked, NICELY, to leave the poor woman alone. You didn't. This is what happens when I have to play rough, hehee. Now then..." he said, raising his arms a bit higher. "LEAVE. THIS. WOMAN. ALONE!" he shouted. The skeletons threw Jacob back a dozen feet into a wall, and dissipated into dust.
The bald man nodded, as Jacob and his men scrambled away, terrified for their lives. "Just as I thought. The Cheerful Dark Mage. I've heard a few things about you, Zyra. I just wanted to make sure before I gave this to you." He handed the youth a small scroll. "It's a summons to the Guardian Temple. We have need of your skills. Please be there in no more than 3 days, sooner if you can manage." Zyra nodded, still smiling. "Alright, seeya soon then!" And with that, the two parted ways.