The stars shone like a million tiny candle's through the open roof, providing abundent light for the couple's that packed Zaza's former fighting ring. It had since been renovated to allow the famous masquerade dance to return to the city. The stands that once held hundred's of spectator's watching the epic battle's that took place were now empty, as all the citizen's gathered on the dance floor to enjoy the party to it's fullest. In amongst the crowd a boy, wearing a rather comical mask of a cat with swirled eye's wandered through the throngs of couple's dancing the night away. Following the boy closely, however stopping to stare at any possible attractive female, was an albatross almost as black as the very night, a red bandanna tied around his neck. "Jing," He whispered in his partner's ear, "What in the world are we doing back here? Their's nothing to steal."
"Because Kir, we missed the ball last year and I wanted very much to see it," The boy, dressed in the same blue military uniform he had stolen along with the prized mask to the hier of Zaza's throne, told him. "So just think of this as a vacation."
"In that case," Kir zoomed right over to the nearest single, and attractive, women his eye's could find.
The King of Bandit's moved swiftly to the the very front of the hall, were the throne's of Zaza's queen and princess were, he watched from afar as the silver haired beauty directly in front of him turned down a number of noble gentlemen, asking for her hand in a dance saying she was waiting for one person in particular to whom she would give the first dance. She rose from her seat to join her mother after she had turned down the last of her suitor's and Jing noticed she had chosen to wear the beautiful gown he had picked out when he had visited her in her dressing room. Jing moved quickly and cut her off before she rejoined her mother, "Hi."
"Where could he hit next," The rather young, determined commander of the Seventh Heaven Bandit Buster Guild asked himself as he poured over a map of the last known location of the infamous King of Bandits. He sat down, rested his tired legs. He had been standing for hours going over all the information they had on the bandit king and now it was getting to be quite late at night. Vaan let out a long yawn and his eye's dropped a little, then shut premently as he slid forward in his chair to rest his head on the stack's of paper that littered his small desk.