"Go ahead." Ghost made way for The Showman and observed the fellow's strange attire.
Blinking once, he came to the conclusion that he didn't have enough energy to worry about others, so he simply left the Rank 7 Guild Hall and went down to explore the game a bit more. Who knew, maybe he might achieve what Draco said and finally make a name for himself.
Inside the office, Draco's Avatar calmly watched The Showman enter. The fellow greeted him in a much noble manner, making the Guildmaster's lips curl.
He snapped his fingers, making a wave of black light pour into The Showman's body. Immediately, his Broker balancing scale appeared behind him, and a giant eye manifested in the middle.
The eyes had bloody red veins as an eldritch screech escpaed it, making John Smith, this fellow, clutch his ears and cry out in pain. Even Draco grimaced slightly, then intensified the black light until the shrieking stopped, though the scale still thrashed where it floated.
