"Are you... Vox Machina?" I ask crossing my arms.

"Yeah, so?" The gnome hiccups.

"Nothing." I shrug.

"What is in it for you?" The male elf asks.

"Nothing, just my curiosity." I say.

"Unless you have a job love, I suggest you beat it." The female elf asks.

"Alright." I shrug.

I have no interest in fighting. I do not wish to fight. They wouldn't be giving me a thrill anyway. I have fought Gods, Dragons, elves of old, and many more. I've honestly never been beat, except for my own curse of immortality. Immortality, I absolutely fucking hate it.  I turn. Grog grabs my shoulder. 

"You look strange." He hiccups.

"Are you fucking drunk or what?" I ask.

Back the fuck up. I have no interest in fighting you. I don't want to fight you. It won't be interesting enough for me. The elf male walks forward and burps as he puts his hand on Grog's hand.

"Can you um tell your friend to stop holding my shoulder?" I ask.

"Yes, yes, of course. Apologies for him." The elf male says.

"And will you do me the honor of telling me your name?" I ask.

"It's Vax, and yours?" Vax asks.

"Calidain." I say.

"Calidain what kind of fucking name is that?" Grog asks. 

I grab his hand.

"That does it." I crack it easily.

He yelps. I throw him back. He slams into a wall. Vax draws his daggers.

"Please don't," I say.