"Well, Hello again, Kelvack. What brings you around on this lovely night?" Fei turns his waist to the side his lower half spinning on the heel of his large black boots that seem to rest just under the White Robe.
"Come, let us walk. There is no reason to rush, anymore. A nice slow walk with old friends could be good. " As he steps backwards he knocks a man to his rear. The man scowls at the sight. A man ready to pick a fight if he has the chance. "Watch where you're going, Assfeathers!"
"Pardon me, Sir." Is all Fei had to say for himself. He was not going to applogize. He was simply testing the man's conscience. "Pardon you? Screw you, Buddy!"
Pulling himself to his feet, the man readies himself for a fight "You should listen to your heart more closely sir. It knows when to turn away. It knows forgiveness. Why don't you listen to it?" Fei Stands motionless looking down on the man who pays no mind to him, too deep in his own problems to pay attention. "I do not wish to harm you sir. Please stand aside."
The man's arrogance gets the better of him as he swings wildly at the tall Serumen. Before his fist connects his arm can be seen snapping 4 times at the forearm and once in the shoulder. Within the blink of an eye Fei stands at the Rabble's side, his hands outstretched in a meditative combat stance one hand outstretched farther then the other, a light golden glow bending reality where the world meets his body. "I hope you've learned something, Sir. Trust your heart and not your head. For it will lie to you. Your mind will decieve you."
Stepping passed the Man, Fei continues on. "Now Kelvack, what turn of events have brought you here in such a timely manner?"
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Meanwhile in a nearby shop, Alex and Mystara exchange Fashion advice. "No. That Looks all wrong on you. It doesn't match your eyes."
"What do you mean? I have 2 different colored eyes, of course they can't match!" Alex scowls as a rack of clothes go flying across the store. The clerk is quick to respond with a "Hey, You!"
".... Yeah? What do you want? Can't you see I'm browsing?" Alex proceeds to go back to what he was doing, clothes almost tearing with how roughly he handles them. Nothing like the attire he's worn for so many centuries. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, Sir." The clerk speaks with little or no authority. "Hey, Shove it Buddy!"
"Calm down, Alex. I'm sure we'll find you something." Mystara almost hides herself with her surroundings not wanting to draw any attention if possible.