The wind mage began to hum as he looked up the roof. He was bored and needed something to do, but what was there. His grey hues turned to the attractive young bar maid. Perhaps he should do a little flirting and pick her up. He could have a little fun with her enjoy himself then have some real fun. Yami wondered what her screams of agony would be like as she pleaded for mercy beneath him. He shook the thought away, best not to shit in his own garden, by that he means mess with the staff of Phantom Lord that could be bad for him. The young barmaid was quite popular in the guild and if she went missing the guild members would most likely investigate to find out what happened to her. That was the last thing he needed. The wind mage sighed again as he sat up straight and downed the last of his sketch. Perhaps he would head out into town and see if he couldn't find someway to amuse himself. The wind mage ordered one more refill and sat their contemplating on how to relieve his boredom.
The psychotic young man took a sip of his scotch as he contemplated.Perhaps he would head into the red light district, if he knocked off a prostitute surely no one would notice. He pondered over it before deciding against it, if she had family or had high level clients they would notice. Then he thought about it again if he found one on a street corner who would miss her? Maybe he should find someone who was homeless and get rid of them instead. He clicked his tongue against his teeth before downing the last of his scotch. The mage slapped some jewels down on the table and thanked the barmaid for her service before walking away. Yami tucked his hands into his pockets and left out the front door and made his way down the road towards the streets of oak. The wind mage entered into the streets, it was pitch black as it was the middle of the night.