Glaive was eating his meal when some stranger he didn't know came up and set down next to him. The stranger didn't utter a word.<br/><span style="font-style: italic">Who does he think he is? To sit next to someone and then not say anything, especially when they don't know the person. Or perhaps he knows more about me than I do about him.</span>Glaive thought.<br/><br/>Glaive turned his head slightly and stared at the new arrival. When he still didn't say anything, Glaive spoke up first.<br/>"What do you want?" Glaive said in a gruff and annoyed tone of voice.