Jareth/Open
He had finally just managed to get to sleep when he heard yelling. Normally, he would ignore such a thing - it was of no concern of his - but he was on edge and spoiling for a fight. His first day in Emillion had been uneventful, and while the rumor he had heard regarding cultists in the city appeared to have some truth to it, he had found no information that was worth his time.
Grabbing his ax from the floor beside him - he'd be a fool to allow his weapon to be further than his reach in with so many unknown elements - and started out the door. People were fleeing about with little regard to anything except how they might save their own skins, so he began to wade through the masses towards the door.
It didn't take him long to find the action, and by the time his first battle ended, his ax dripped slime and his lip had been split.
Finally, he thought, something to wet my appetite.