The town of Eris was a quiet little place. The town was small and not overly well known. Eris was a small, clean place. The air was fresh, the land pure. Whatever reason had brought you to the town would almost be forgotten from the aura of the place. The houses where not unusual, save for a single mansion which sat three houses down from the corner. Upon the porch of this mansion a male figure could be seen casually swinging from a hanging bench. If you where to listen closely you could hear the soft hum of music playing much too loudly in his ears.