Tormented Tarns and he was the man for the job; a one-man bombsquad

The stranger moves closer through the water, and as he comes into view Alarian takes note of his features; he's intimidating in size, but young, with piercing eyes framed by a dark mask. Cute, for sure — very serious-looking, though, he thinks. Until the stranger speaks, and though he's not sure what that last word means, he can't help the sardonic smile tugging at his own lips in response. It's been awhile since someone has been so forthright about it; it's almost refreshing. Every weekend, He tells him, resisting the urge to laugh. I wouldn't recommend it — subscription's for life and the service is terrible. 0/10 do not recommend.