"Oh?" A guy that wasn't riddled with a single scar gasped in surprise as he saw someone he knew near a secluded area.
"What is it Jazz?" The man who was unlucky enough to be picked up by the wind caused from a wyvern asked him.
"You all should look over there." Jazz said in horror as he pointed towards a certain someone, who was slowly taking sips out of his mug.
"What is it? Who is it? Why are you so scared? What, ye' see a ghost or something?" The man teased Jazz before he looked over at where Jazz was pointing.
"Ugh!" The man's face warped into horror as he immediately tried to flee. However, he was unable to do so, as one of his friends suddenly caught him by the arm.
"Why are you running away? We haven't even drank yet, are you afraid of losing huh? I mean, you did lose badly last time." A man riddled in scars said as he grabbed him by the arm.
