<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">The Gentleman Magician</span></div><br/><br/><div align="center"><em><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Creepy Mask</span></em></div><br/><br/>If such a thing was possible the man by her side with the weird head seemed to smile with pride. Of course such a thing should have been impossible given the skull didn’t move even when he was speaking…..<br/><br/>“No food my love?” He tutted acting as if he was a doting husband pecking over her. His attention was solely focused on her and the actions going on in the arena were of a entirely secondary concern to him. He did wish for his guild to do well, though it could be argued that he only joined at her request.<br/><br/>“You really must eat!” He told her pushing the food into her lap and then leaving the matter alone. Instead he settled back against the seat his eyes studying the actions of the Arena. He watched the members of his team with varying degrees of interest. In truth there were a lot of adepts performing and the degree of which they performed that magic was pretty damn impressive.<br/><br/>“Who’s your favorite?” He leaned in to ask her.<br/><br/>(https://josefcd904.files.wordpress.com/2017/10/ancient-magus-bride-ep-1-pic-11.jpg?w=1400)