<span style="font-style: italic">"Oh aye, sad bit of business, that. Seems that some nut cases came to the city and just started a mess. Family managed to get out alive though, looking for answers. I can't blame them, there's been rumors all over the world of strange people, cultist or something, attacking people in the streets, destroying lives, no reason or pattern to it really."</span><br/>What he theorized to be perhaps a simple fire, spurred by mistake... Was of odd cultists or anything's doing? Sure the man had heard of these rumors countless times. However, he had yet to see anything about it. Though he was mad he missed this chance, he wanted to meet the afflicted family.<br/><br/>However, he thought it rude to just slip off this woman rather intoxicated rant...<span style="font-style: italic">"You know, it really pisses me when people think they can just go by and destroy things like that. Damn thieves, taking away lives and livelihoods. What gives them the right to take from others? Their own suffering? Do they think that it's fair to let others suffer a little just so they don't have to? Well that's bollocks! Our world is ripe with riches for anyone willing to risk their lives for it. Oh sure, no many wants to face monsters, so in turn they'd rather be monsters themselves, preying on the hard working people just because they don't want to work hard themselves, rot bastards."</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0040FF">"You have a decent point, ma'am. I hope that family is doing all right. Can you take me to them? I'd like to meet them and try to help them if I can."</span>He finally asked, looking up to her with a curious smile.