@caspermacanghoill​
Aran was having a lovely time at Camelot's Samhain festival. If these mortals knew literally nothing else, they knew how to throw a decent party. They always felt stronger, more vibrant, when the veil between worlds was bolstered - and this year, with no compunctions about stealing souls left and right, they felt even better.
They'd just watched a wonderful performance at the theater (they had always been a big fan of the arts, visual and performance), and they were absolutely determined to find the theater's owner. If only to see what sort of scripts he could produce if they nibbled off just a bit of his soul. They spotted him in the crowd just outside the theater, talking to a patron, and they wasted no time in interrupting.
"It's Casper, is it?" they asked, extending a hand for a handshake. Their smile was warm as they said, "That last performance was amazing, and your theater is just beautiful. Might I persuade you to come out for drinks with me? I'll buy."
