ROGUE RAZOR

[Halftime]

 There were tables set up and chairs pulled. Clothes were laid and plates were distributed. 

Hadwyn had planned to stay on the stump by himself, even when the others left to feast, but he could not resist the smell of roasted Fyrexias, freshly baked slimecake, and prime yams and potatoes. So he went, limping along his tired leg until he got to the area. 

Many tables were scattered around a single area. The now dried muddy paste on his shoes cracked off as he entered the more solid patch of ground which the tables and chairs sat upon. 

He made his way towards the center of the area, where there was a huge furnace with a flatstove built in, along with a spit which a Fyrexias roasted. Hadwyn noticed almost immediately, despite the fact that the Fyrexias had been skinned and mutilated in order to have fit on the spit, that this was not the Fyrexias he had killed. It was much larger. 

Hadwyn didn't care to try and figure out who killed it. It really could have been anyone. 

Hadwyn grabbed one of the wooden plates and a metal fork to grab some, but he was elbowed by a person cutting the line. Hadwyn was going to give the man a piece of his mind, but before he could, someone else beat him to it. 

The man had cut far in front of the line, which meant that he had wronged multiple people. 

And one of those people happened to be looking for a fight. 

As the man was about to blow past another group of people. He was grabbed by an angry Aldarian. Before the man could apologize, he was on the ground in seconds, with his arm pinned behind his back and a boot on the back of his head. 

The man looked around aggressively, and everyone else averted their eye contact. People who were more than double his level, which was 37, didn't seem to worry about triggering the man by looking at him. They smirked and chuckled to themselves. 

Hadwyn grimaced, it was fine to not have any friends or allies, it was only when you made enemies needlessly, did you find yourself looking over your shoulders at day, and locking your doors at night. Hadwyn knew his place. He was, at worst, to be ignored or looked over. But he never made any permanent enemies of anyone. But make no mistake, Hadwyn was no pushover. He knew that being too proud or too pathetic would lead to nothing good. Sure, he knew he was unsuccessful, but these were thoughts he kept to himself. 

The line went by in a blur. Chatty and dawdling Aldarians were pushed out of the way. Eventually, Hadwyn found himself back on the stump, with a small plate of food in front of him. By the time he had gotten to the front, there wasn't much left. But there was enough. 

As Hadwyn chewed, he watched the Aldarian in the distance socializing. He recalled how they threw Loyd up and cheered before the feast. It filled Hadwyn with jealousy. He didn't want to envy a person like Loyd, but he couldn't help himself

Loyd was handsome, obviously, which was why Alice always returned to him even when he cheated on her with other women. He was strong, which confused and frustrated Hadwyn, due to the fact that he had never seen him exercise or work out. This was why Mateo never left the party or directly wronged Loyd, he was a suck-up. Yes, he argued with Loyd from time to time, but he respected Loyd enough not to cross him. Lastly, Loyd appeared charismatic to others, but all Hadwyn saw was the exact opposite, he found himself continuously repulsed by Loyd's behavior and personality.