8.01.2 Death.
Heroth danced in the streets while singing his weird songs again. And for the most part, he would get some curious glances thrown his way, some of whom would nod to him, appreciating his music, while most still ignored him.
But Heroth didn't mind it much, he just enjoyed singing and dancing to his tune. Of course, this served another purpose. Explain which was not so important at the moment. "Oh lady of the dark seas, let me drown in your love~"
Of course, there were some who found him annoying. Their gazes towards him were not so kind, probably due to the disturbance he caused. His fault, his mistake. But among these gazes, he looked for one with something more than annoyance and he did find that perfect individual.
'Ho, look at that.' And to his luck, this shop just happened to be a small barber shop—the perfect place for him to learn what was going on.