[Seasonal Event] Burning Out Fast [Open]

A week of darkness was a grim kind of event to have to get through in any place, but Caiside had managed to underestimate quite how intense Longnight was actually going to be. He had been in high spirits when it began, despite the grimness of everyone else in the bar. He had been chatting with Bastien, soaking up the attention the man was so eager to give him, when the first tragedy came, and a woman he had never had the chance to meet was gone. He had excused himself after that, retreating to a quiet lonely corner and watching the crowd. It was easier to be alone, he reasoned, especially in times like this. He wouldn’t be pulled into any drama, though plenty seemed to unfold before him. Two more knocks came at the door, the crowd deciding to open it only once, a decision Caiside couldn’t support, not after what had happened the first time. Things had quieted down somewhat since then, the tension moving inwards, and becoming harder for him to follow. He hasn’t had the chance to grow close with anyone here, and began drifting instead, swatches of time lost to blank day dreaming. Night dreaming? Caiside couldn’t even tell how long had passed, much less what time of day it might be. This was unbearable. Caiside did everything he could to stave off the restless feeling building up in his chest; he fiddled with the rings on his fingers, picked short divots into the wooden table with his nail, and wrote some in his journal, but everything was all so temporary. The door looked more and more tempting, despite the monsters lurking outside. He could shift, and outrun, he was sure, and then it was simply a matter of being clever, staying one step ahead of the danger, or perhaps mingling with the herd of luxere. Something needed to happen. With his eyes locked on the door, Caiside stood up. His hand dragged on the table as he stepped forward, stopping when his fingers reached the edge of it, hesitation, or something else stalling his movement. Caiside a light to burn all the empires