Bahamut enters the large entrance hall, looking around. His glaive was strapped across his back, his black clothing was slightly torn. His clawed feet made rhythmic clicking sounds on the floor, hi tail swished slightly from side to side. His green-scaled skin absorbed the light in the room.

He Satdown uncomfortably in a seat, waiting for someone to notice him, not really bothered by time.

The hooded figure of Leeron walked through the large ornate doors of the hall, seeking to heal several large scars that lay on his back, as he paced across the room his gaze was drawn to an unusual figure sitting in an ordinary looking chair across from him, from what Leeron could tell, the stranger was trying to be obvious, for it looked as if he did not belong in a place like this.He walked over to the figure, getting a distict feeling of chaos from the figure in the chair. "And may i ask what one such as you is doing in a place like this?"He growled in his natural, harsh voice.

He looked to the hooded figure. "I could ask the same of you, actually. I'm searching for something, what about you. If you need healing, I have some spells, though I rather hate to use them."He looked the figure in the face, not at all bothered by the mans unusual method of dressing. He stood up, swishing his tail, glad to be out of the chair. He kicks it slightly for good will.

Leeron looked at the strange man for a few seconds more, taking in all he could in that short amount of time. The fact that the man wasn't of human origin was blatantly obvious due to his unusual skin tone, his piercing eyes and most obvious of all, the tail that flickered behind him. Leeron's reason for coming to such a place reminded him as the scars ached and stung under his coat. "Actually I came here for healing, for i am in desperate need of it to get rid of a few scars I managed to acquire during lasts night attempt to fetch a meal or two..." He took a glance behind him as he spoke, as if he were watching out for something or someone....

He nods."Heh, well, I could heal the scars, but I cant do anything about the meals, sorry."He grins slightly. "I'm Bahamut, by the way. Ex-God, yadda yadda, blah blah blah."His smile disappears. "Who are you?"

Leeron’s face contorted into an expression of great disbelief as he listened to Bahumut spoken reply. He let out a hollow, booming laugh that echoed down the halls and resounded back again. His dark face took on an expression of mock consideration. "Well, maybe that would explain your rather perplexing appearance." He chuckled under his breath as he walked to one side, considering this mans outrageous claim. "Of course, if I were to believe such a statement, I would need some small amount of proof to confirm the power and status you once held." Leeron looked critically at bahumut “Or did you lose such proof on your way to the local tap room?"

"Well, there is no way to prove it, but ask some other God or Goddess, they'll tell you. Anyways, you want help or not? If not, stop wasting my time. I have better things to do than stand here talking to some stranger."

The mirth slid from leeron's face as he replied. "Well yes i suppose i do need some help..but i don't suppose you'd really want to help me after what i just said" Leeron glanced over his shoulder once more as several guardsmen marched by. "But do tell me, how did you...un-become a god? and what is this item that you are looking for?"

He laughs slightly. "Well, the council didn't like me, I guess. Anyways, I'll help you, but what will I get in return? And I'm not searching for an item, but a person." He waits for a response, wondering what this strange person would say.