Zenon stared at the Brawler approaching them, his face blushing, covered by his untreated black hair, and walking almost sideways. He wrapped an arm around Aurea's neck and said.
"Heyyy, there pretttyyy! Ya look new 'round here, huh? Wanna, like, have some fun tiiime?"
Looking at the dead-drunk Brawler, Zenon never felt a bigger urge to punch someone, ever. But he was fairly calm about the situation happening in front of him.
Aurea, though… if looks could kill, then this poor Unseen would have never been born in the first place. She was tightly clutching her shirt in an attempt to not lash out at him.
The other Brawler, the only one wearing armor, quickly arrived at took the drunk Unseen off Aurea.
"If the captain sees you, he'll prepare a new stake only for you. Damn idiot, when will you ever fucking learn."
