Adrian

On that sultry afternoon, Adrian wandered the busy streets of the mid-sized city, his expression ever so grim. He hated wasting time, but hunger had led him to a small snack bar in the central market. One bite was enough for his eyes to twist in disgust: there were pickles in the snack. The attendant barely had time to hear his rude complaint before his irritation boiled over into magic—a flame escaped from his hand uncontrollably, setting part of the storefront ablaze. The fire was quickly contained, but the damage was already done.

With no patience for excuses or explanations, Adrian was overpowered by the local guards, who already knew his reputation as a troublemaker. Now, trapped on that wooden plank in the middle of the square, exposed to the public's gaze like a common criminal, he could only face the laughter, insults, and tomatoes that flew his way. The arrogant Adrian, accustomed to walking in the shadows, found himself humiliated in the sunlight.

"Tsk… all this just because of a damn pickle. You should thank me for burning that filthy food."