A man slumbers on the streets of the bazaar. People walks by in a great rush, buying and selling stuff. The man does however not notice anything of that. Maby, he do not even notice that he exist yet, that he is a living, breathing, creature. Suddenly, another man trips over him.
-Hey! Move yourself! Peple may trip over ya, you know! Think of that next time you decide to sleep in the middle of the bazaar! the man who tripped says.
The sleeper wakes up. He looks around, seemingly confused. Where is he? Who is he? Somewere, in the depths of his mind, he remember a name. Elveron Darksider. He likes it, and decides to use it. Then, he looks back at the angry man, who is moving fastly away from Elveron. Elveron feels sorry for the man, and think that he owes him an apologie. Some words happens to get to the top of his head.
-Meatflesh! Meatflesh! Meatflesh! Fish! Elveron says with a smile on his face. The man who tripped looks back at him and shakes his head slowly, before rushing into the crowd again.