And it was in his misfortune to fix it, being the primary figure turned to in these cases.
After a performance plan that went horribly wrong in light of a certain redheaded criminal taking part and deciding to leave -- in the process emptying her fellow actors' pockets and forcing the theater to pay for compensation, everything went back to zero. Though disturbingly nonchalant and confident in the universe's plans, Locklen was the one to take the biggest hit, reputation bashed in his short-notice cancel of a promised grandiose show; insulting even the local lord and his daughter who had, for once, agreed to attend the theater. The numerous, pompous noblemen invited would deliver harsh backlash and criticism, spreading how unprofessional it was and that by now, the theater should have closed down for good.
Seriously, it's just one play. How did things end up so badly because of that? The reason was, in its importance. And the worst part for the raven-haired was that there was little he could do to prevent it; taking the paining end of the price for his sense of justice. Ah, how poor a soul he was. The Sinese couldn't help but feel a terribly sour taste in his mouth when turned to, still worried from past attempts that an attempt would be made at the attendees, or worse; at Locklen himself. Fixing the theater's public image would take a lot of work, and certainly wasn't something that would be complete in a single day. Moreover, such a task would require him to head far from the building, potentially putting it at risk. With the looming danger in the back of his mind, this was a hard pill to swallow.
WC: 323/2,000