A simple, peaceful, yet bustling port complete with it's own train station, as well as the hall of the magical guild Lamia Scale. One of this guild's members was notorious for sleeping about the town, on rooftops, inside of carriages; he was even caught sleeping overnight under a bank teller's desk. However, despite all efforts to the contrary, that certain gray-haired mage was quite wide awake. Currently, Dmitry Kazakov of Lamia Scale was trying his damnedest to fall asleep in the tree he was currently occupying. Anyone who knew the summoner would be shocked to find him squirming and fidgeting in his 'bed'. While most people wouldn't be sleeping in the middle of the day like this, it was actually one of the many times a day when Dmitry found himself in need of a nap.
'Having some trouble, boy?' Dmitry heard the disembodied voice of Hati, the Great Wolf Spirit, mocking him in his hour of displeasure.
'Oh shut the hell up, old man!' The young mage channeled his frustration through the psychic bond the two shared.
In truth, there was a specific reason for this lack of sleep and it certainly wasn't his choice of bedding. In the morning of that day, he and a guildmate helped a dear friend of his, rare as those were for him. Her name was Mao Nakiri and she was a member of Sabertooth, here in Hargeon on a job. Upon discovering that her 'condition' had worsened, he promised to help her, despite the fact that he had never promised anyone anything in his entire life. However, she asked him something after he revealed his own secret that made him question himself. The thought had bothered him since and was now preventing his sleep, which of course only made his mood worse.
No longer seeing a blissful collection of z's in his near future, the Dmitry slid off the branch he was on before catching it with his right hand to slow his decent, finally letting go to drop down to the ground. He then began walking through the streets of his guild's home town, grouchy and upset at his confusion and subsequent lack of sleep.
Woe is any who should engage in dialogue with this walking storm cloud...