[right] [@Varicke][@Balthazar007][@SkeletonShadow][@Alisdragon911][/right]

The young man didn't fall for Specter's illusion of speech. Not that he paid that thought any attention. Instead he studied and admired the mans suit with an unrealised yearning. 
'[i]stories, hah. I have millions.[/i]' 
He thought quietly to himself yet remained silent on the subject. Doing his best to ignore, hide and not face the fact that he couldn't recall even one of them. But somehow he knew they were supposed to be there, a lifetime of them.

Should he face and admit that fact he might just fall into a shattered panic of despair. So instead he moves on.

Noticing the girl from before had taken her place behind the bar, now seemingly glowing. The young man decided to head over to thank her while making a new order when suddenly a crash from behind startles him. 
Spinning around fast as he stood ready, he was faced with what appeared to be another creature of the shadows playing with some broken clay. The panic and unease of the creature gave young man enough confidence to relax. A moment later he called out to the shade. 
"[color=Lightgreen]It's alright, don't stress. Look.[/color]" and he pointed to the vase that was now sitting intact unbroken.