### Hawke – The Burning Hold (24th Floor)


Barely a few seconds had passed since Hawke announced he was expecting visitors when a boy in a flashy  cloak popped through the door. Hawke’s head snapped towards the newcomer and one of his eyebrows became raised at the sight. There was something about the gentleman’s choice of attire that just looked out of place in the Memorial Chamber – almost insulting even. Hawke was about to greet him when the man barraged him with words.

**_"Yo, Hawke. Do you remember me? I hope you do."_** He said, approaching the pair. **_"I came to see you. You must be crushed with what happened to your little guild. It is a pity losing so many good fighters at once."_** His tone was mocking and he was even laughing a bit. **_"Oh, but don't get me wrong. I don't think you did it, but it is still up in the air. That's why I wanna stick around a bit and figure it out, might be good to get some info on you for later. Call me a 'Reserve Brazier'."_** He said, while laughing a bit.

Hawke tried to stop the anger showing in his face, resulting in a stony cold glare. Bulby was shocked at the visitor’s lack of tact and stepped away from Hawke, half expecting a fight to ensue. Fortunately it didn’t. “No, I don’t remember you.” Hawke replied as he marched right up to the man, “And if you don’t start to show some respect no one ever will.” 

“Maybe I should go…” Bulby quietly muttered as he equipped and used a teleport crystal. 

“What is your name? And what makes you think your Brazier material?” Hawke's eyes scoured the ones before him, looking for any sign of weakness.