Two young man standing at the opposite side of each other. A diverse crowd gathers around them, creating a pseudo semi circular arena.
Noise coming from the diverse crowd reverberate around the basement. Different inquiry can be heard coming from all over them. Two individual's conversation stands out like a sore thumb because on how comically they look while puffing out their chest.
"Boss man will show that commoner who's more fit to stand beside Lady Avery!" says by the frail looking lackey.
"Make him regret for breathing the same air as Lady Avery, boss man!" says by the plump looking lackey.
The azure haired lady overheard the conversation. She gave a disdainful look at the two boisterous clowns. The azure haired lady is already used to their antics however that doesn't change the fact that she hates people that can't walk their talk.
