Hyphen sat at a corner table in Enil's bar, sipping on a glass of bepsi as he observed the crowd. He knew that Mitya would eventually show up, as he always did, to complain and create a scene. Enil had asked him to handle the situation, but he wanted to give Mitya the benefit of the doubt before taking any drastic measures.

It didn't take long for Mitya to stumble through the door, a disheveled and rowdy figure. Hyphen watched him closely, noting that he was grumbling to himself but not yet causing any real trouble. He decided to bide his time, waiting for the right moment to intervene.

As the minutes passed, Mitya's behavior escalated. He started knocking over glasses, slurring his words, and berating the other customers. It was time to act. Hyphen approached Mitya with a friendly smile, leaning against the bar.

"Hey there, buddy," Hyphen said, his tone light and non-confrontational. "Looks like you're having a good time tonight."

Mitya shot him a sideways glance, clearly not recognizing Hyphen. "Who're you?" he slurred.

"Just a fellow patron," Hyphen replied, keeping his composure. "I couldn't help but notice that you're causing quite a stir. You know Enil doesn't like any trouble in his bar."

"Enil can stick it!" Mitya retorted, glaring at the bartender.

Hyphen chuckled, trying to diffuse the tension. "Come on now, no need to be like that. Enil's a good guy. Let's take a walk outside, get some fresh air. You'll feel better."

To his surprise, Mitya didn't resist. He stumbled out of the bar, and Hyphen followed, keeping a close eye on him. Once outside, Mitya tried to turn back, but Hyphen gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Listen, Mitya," he said calmly. "Enil doesn't want any trouble, and I know you don't either. Let's just call it a night, okay? There's no need to cause a scene."

Mitya looked momentarily conflicted, and for a moment, Hyphen thought he might put up a fight. But then, a softer expression crossed Mitya's face, and he nodded.

"Fine," he grumbled. "But I'll be back."

Hyphen smiled. "Sure thing, buddy. Just not tonight, alright?"

Mitya stumbled away, and Hyphen returned to Enil to report the successful removal. Enil nodded appreciatively, handing over the agreed-upon reward.

"Thanks for handling that delicately," Enil said. "I hope Mitya takes the hint and shapes up."

Hyphen shrugged with a grin. "Time will tell. But hey, at least your bar is safe for tonight."

And with that, Hyphen left the bar. He wondered why he would've been hired for such a trivial task - it was sort of suspicious. If it was this easy, why would they have to hire someone to do the job?

Was this a set-up? A test? He didn't know, but he made sure to be careful about these things. Dark quests often had dark consequences - he was all to acquianted with them as a former Dark Mage. In another dimension. Probably. Or he was just mad.

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