"Carmine," he sighed in disgust as Neris' eyes seemed to well with angry tears. "Stay here okay child," he grunted as he shouldered himself up and made his way out the door. That bitch had always despised Neris, and thought that him taking her to the arena was wrong. 'Exposing needless numbers of people to her' as Carmine would say. She'd had the thought in her head that Neris was some kind of diseased creature, and sometimes it went to levels even Ocieros refused to put up with.<br/><br/>The brisk night air had it's usual bite, and while he should have grabbed some night garb to cover himself, his anger more than made him warm enough to walk through the chill. His nose steamed as his brow furrowed and he looked for the woman. With the sun almost fully set it was hard to see, a steady stream of glare coming from the horizon. But he was determined to find Carmine and get back Neris' book. She didn't have much, and what little she did have wasn't something worth her losing. Carmine could hate her all she wants, but this... He wasn't going to allow it. Not this time.<br/><br/>Spotting her out of the corner of his eyes, he started making his way towards Carmine with his temper boiling inside him. She'd gone too far this time. Neris already had to surrender her money to him because Carmine had probably stolen it while they were away. There just wasn't any proof. But she'd been complaining about him taking Neris to the arena. What better way to stop her than to get rid of her best tool there? The earth patted against his feet as he stormed onward. Carmine seemed to be talking to some young man, he knew she got a man's attention any chance she could. "Hey buddy, I paid already, she's mine," the kid started as he approached, his target obvious. He even stepped between the two of them, what a brave gesture. It hardly took the effort to lift him off his feet as Ocieros shouldered the boy.<br/><br/>"Where's the book Carmine?" he growled, the deep rumble of his voice seeming to dissuade the young man from standing up. A balled hand came at him, coming from Carmine, but it was untrained and slow. He caught her wrist easily enough, pulling her closer. Faces only inches apart, he lifted his tone as he repeated himself, "Where's the damn book you classless whore?" She winced as he raised his voice, cowering away from him as he glared. Some seemed to stop, but they probably just assumed that she was a harlot who'd stolen something.<br/><br/>"I sold that damned book, she doesn't belong around people, and you know it," she began, "That devilspawn has no place being around even the scum of the arena." It was hard for Ocieros to hold himself back, the grip around her wrist tightening until she cried out. Letting her go, he turned his back to her and stepped over the boy still on the floor. "You aren't coming home tonight Carmine, because if you do..." He paused before continuing to walk off. The threat lingered in the air, and anyone paying attention moved out of his way as he left.