A rival. (male)

You see a old rival of yours; Raner Cruqoue. The taller man took a moment to react, going from a surprise to a scowl then a deep frown. "Of course, just my luck."

"You can't be serious," you mutter under your breath. "Of all the possible people, it's you."

Raner frowns, moving his hand through his blond hair as he sighs. "Doesn't really matter, does it?"

"You think?" You scoff while raising an eyebrow. "Why would I want to be stuck with you? Fuck, even magic isn't worth this shit."

You turn to your comrades. "Let's go."

Raner grabs onto you. "Stop, listen."