Asmael
"I see. Not the talkative type." He closed his eyes with an accepting grin. "You know, finding him won't be easy. He never keeps the same form, and there are so many people here." He sighed, discouraged for a second.
"I guess it'd be like finding a needle in a haystack at this point." His eyes suddenly turned wide. "So if I set fire to it, finding the needle shouldn't be too hard, right? Because you know something, but you won't answer, I have no choice but to consider such drastic measures. Will that be alright miss?"