Not many people paid much attention to the armed young man who was standing close to the mayor. His face was hidden in shadows under a hooded black coat. The only thing that could be seen of his face was the small scowl that showed he didn't like being in such a festive place. He was tasked to escort the sacrifice that they were celebrating tonight. It made him sick to consider the waste of one life just to give the masses twenty years to live in peace.<br/><br/>He observed the masses with a critical eye. He disliked the religious zeal he saw on every face he landed on. How could these people live with themselves shipping someone off to die for their own delusion of peace? Correction, how could these animals live with themselves? He certainly despised the fact a life was snuffed out just to gave the others a chance to live.<br/><br/>He let himself zone out as the crowd's cheering and festiveness got on his nerves. He couldn't do anything about it since he was a guest here. Longing to be anywhere but there stirred in him but he quickly pushed it down. He needed to wait until this was over. For the mayor's sake, he hoped this ended soon.<br/><br/>When the mayor gave some sort of prayer and gestured for someone, a young woman in dark blue/black gown,  who sat in the middle chair at the table, he gave her a courteous nod and took the seat to her right. He immediately took to watching for anything that might approach her that shouldn't be. Being a trained assassin had its perks when looking for threats. Right now, he didn't see anything that posed a threat.<br/><br/>"Milady, I go by only a few names," He said to the woman to his left, leaning so he could be heard by only her, "It is not my true name, but I ask that you call me Zepher."