To speak of Cretins and Bounties (Open)

Only a few days had gone by since the fiasco that happened in Alaistair's port. Repairing the place didn't take much time, what with Alaistair sneaking in the night to some of the more ruined spots that could be fixed and using his magic to repair. However, it left him increasingly tired over these days, and having to figure out how to reimburse some of the losses was straining his mind! He needed rest from all this!

Rest, he would have. Normally, he would visit the artifacts his people 'found' and investigate them for any familiar markings that came from the Demon Realm, or even reach out to any voices locked inside the enchanting items... However, he'd taken to doing something different this time around. Having spent much of his time on the Earth over this last century, Alaistair had acquired a hobby out of fishing on his own. Sure, it was his occupation and carried stress, but when it wasn't work, it was far more relaxing! He could watch the waves and watch the tiny buoy on his line bob up and down in the calm waters.

It gave him time to think, as well, about what happened. From what he could surmise about Beowulf, the one who unintentionally assaulted his port, he was uncharacteristically fast! It took Alaistair being at long distance and incredible amounts of focus seeing him fly into his island! He appeared human, though, as far as the Demon was concerned. Perhaps it was the merit of being a training junkie?

"Damn that idiot," Alaistair muttered in frustration, "I should already be at Papaya with my people scouring the city..! Apparently, I need to invest into energy detection devices or perhaps develop the technique to figure out where a blast is coming in now... Damned cretin!"

Sitting alone wasn't helping him much, clearly. He promised to make a bounty, and yet he wasn't sure how beneficial that would be, as well! It was so much to think about...