Being the good<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">characters followers</span>people they are, Mhenlo and Vidaar entered the biker bar, following everyone else.  Suddenly, a maniac wielding a giant two-handed sword burst through the door, locked his gaze on the group (specifically the Dayman for some reason), and charged, knocking people, chairs, and tables into the air.<br/><br/>Vidaar and Mhenlo dodged off to the side, readying fists, feet, and bow.  However, they bumped into one of the bikers there, angering him to the point of<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">MURDER!!!</span></span></span><br/><br/>The biker pulled out a home-made shiv and shanked Vidaar.<br/><br/>"Argh!" Vidaar screamed in pain.  He fell to the ground, bleeding to death.<br/><br/>"NO!!!" yelled Mhenlo, running to Vidaar and dropping to his knees, picking the ranger up and holding him in his arms.  "You can't die on me."  Mhenlo whispered a prayer of healing to Feng Ming, but it went unanswered. His spells would not work.  The monk, showing true emotion for the first time since he began his training, began to cry.<span style="text-decoration: line-through;">It turns out that there was character development off-screen because</span>Mhenlo realized that he loved Vidaar.<br/><br/>And Vidaar realized this, too.<br/><br/>"It's okay," Vidaar said between coughs.  "At least I die knowing you felt the same way about me."<br/><br/>"No!" yelled Mhenlo.  "I refuse to lose you!"  He began chanting a prayer of fire to Huo Zhan.<br/><br/>During this time, the biker who had shanked Vidaar spoke up, but not with the typical gruff voice one would expect.  With a clear royal-esque English accent, he says to Mhenlo, "you, sir, are a ninny..."<br/><br/>Upon finishing the prayer, both Mhenlo and Vidaar burst into blue-white flames, and in a brilliant flash at the height of the spell, nothing was left save for a scorch mark on the floor.<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>In the midst of the chaos, one man (who just happened to be seated at the booth next to our...intrepid?...heroes maybe? I don't know<span style="font-style: italic">how</span>to describe them, really) had been sitting completely stoic, but interested, while listening to<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>of Magnus's exploits that he didn't even know about. Once the barbarian that had burst through the door finished his little tantrum of throwing things and people around, the man spoke, somewhat to the Dayman and Leske, but mostly to himself.<br/><br/>"Magnus was a good man.  Hope he's doing well.  I would say we could talk about him, but it seems there's a distraction."  The man turned and stood to face the berserker, drawing his twin obsidian daggers in a reverse grip.  Rings of flame, mist, lightning, and stone encircled his wrists, indicating that he was channeling the very elements and ready for combat.<br/><br/>"Please leave.  You're causing the bartender to get angry and distracting people talking about a good person.  That's very rude."