The city of Gratinis stood out among the countryside. A sprawling city of especially fine food, wine, ale, cheese, and good times. It was nestled into a small valley where it was not too warm in the summer and not overly cold for very long in the winter. The weather was changing into that cold time, the snowy season. And yet the town itself was like the warm beacon of firelight coming from the hearth of home. The nightlife was out and about, music played softly in the streets while couples danced about. Inns, taverns, and pubs were alight with activity and kept their doors open to all who needed a good drink and good company. A young man, about twenty-five years of age entered one of the town squares the music and warm light drawing him like a fly to a lamp. He smiled as he adjusted his black suit, his coat was buttoned and a pristine white shirt peaked out from underneath. A blue tie puckered out a little from the matching black vest and the click of a hard cane could be heard as he approached. He was far too young to need a cane of course and it was much more then a simple statement of his influence or wealth. There was a sword hidden inside he kept the cane with him as self defense. This young man knew the value of money and understood the all too real possibility that someone might try to take it from him. Greenish blue eyes turned to look at a young woman selling a fine cheese with a loaf of freshly baked bread. Smiling he took a few coins from his purse and paid for the meager meal. They were the most striking feature about him, these almost warm greenish blue eyes which he'd been told invited people in. They'd certainly caught the gaze of a particularly beautiful woman. A beautifully sexy dress covered her from head to toe but left little to the imagination. She approached him, sauntering slowly as she reached out to touch his shoulder and get close. Brandon had seen such women before, they always seemed to appear whenever he pulled his money out. He'd stopped wondering why a very long time ago and now he just didn't bother. Turning to meet her he grasped her hand with his own just as it was about to touch his shoulder. Stepping back he brought the back of her hand to his lips. "Madam," with that one action he'd put some distance between them and then let go of her hand. "If you'll excuse me." He took his bread and cheese and then left her with a pouting look on her face before she found herself a new target. Walking away from the party he sighed, taking a bite of the warm bread and cheese. They were both delicious but the encounter with the woman seemed to spoil things for him. "Why is it, the only girls I can find are the ones that come when my coin purse is out?" His gaze was now upon the moon as he spoke as if it could some how understand him. "If it's not too much trouble, I'd like someone a little more genuine, if you don't mind." Smiling at the foolishness of asking the moon for a wish.