As the man walked down the street, he felt a tinge of tiredness beset him, causing him to raise his head to the sky, shut his eyes, and narrowly stifle a yawn using his free hand; the other being occupied with a long-winded stretch. As he did so, he effortlessly sidestepped by the severed torso of a demon as it flew toward him, before continuing on his casual voyage, not a thought or glance given to the body he had just avoided without even looking.<br/><br/>As he rounded the corner he was walking towards, he took a moment to look around and get his bearings. He had wandered farther than he expected, and though he knew the city well, a quick observation could never hurt, especially not in a deathtrap like this one. His study was cut short, however, as he was quickly accosted by a rather short girl, who decided to lock him in a rather underwhelming death grip centered around his neck. When she let go (or gave up due to her lack of height, he wasn't sure which,) he stepped backwards to get a better look at her, nearly instantly recognizing her.<br/><br/>"Hey there, short stuff. Didn't know you were still kicking around," he said with a smirk, patting her on the head and ruffling her hair. "Do you mean to tell me you seriously forgot my name, though? That's about all we have left nowadays, y'know. You do me a favor and remember it this time, kiddo." He lifted a hand and bopped her on the forehead, simultaneously saying his name; "Ayl Taveirn. Got it memorized?"