(( Based on events in the RP channel ))
He sat in the "Rest Inn Peace," his eyes wandering about. They caught his new tabard, or was it old? The shadowy armed figure amongst the dark cloth. His lips curled into devilish smile. It reminded him of himself, or at least what he was now. He allowed his own thoughts to be interrupted as he peered at the Blood Elf who had entered earlier. She was reading at a table across from his. It was clear she was of noble descent; her posture was perfect, her robes immaculate. He was not a bashful one, never in his old life and not now, though after his death his speech became ambiguous. He spoke cheerfully, politely, yet one who engages with him in conversation would often feel he was insincere, even caustic at times. He looked her up and down. Not in a sexual manner, but by one who wishes to find any means to remember that particular person. She hadn't noticed him until he spoke.
"You there." He said, pointing her out, almost to himself.
Her head rose, she sneered slightly for the manner in which the Forsaken had spoken to her, and replied in a harsh tone. "Yes, what is it?"
"...Do you remember me?"
This confused her slightly, as she had never seen this one. "No, should I?"
There was a pause, that created a slight awkwardness. She appeared uneasy. Perhaps it was because the Forsaken was being too direct, or was there something he didn't know? "You're not lying, are you?" He eyed her again, suspiciously.
She gave him an incredulous look. "Is this how you speak to nobility? And why would I lie to you?"
He raised an eyebrow. He didn't know himself. "Perhaps I've done some terrible things in my past, and therefore I could be one who you'd not want to speak to."
Her expression hadn't changed, though she attempted to return to her reading. She was obviously distracted. "You're crazy..."
He smiled widely at the otherwise insulting comment. He wouldn't allow her to go back to her business, not yet. "Crazy? Ah, but how can one be crazy when they are given circumstances which are far from sane? Wouldn't they simply be normal then?"
She looked up again, exasperated. It was clear to her that she wasn't going to get any reading done. "How about that the majority of others would perceive you as crazy?"
He nodded exaggeratedly. "Ah! One's perception! Infallible in the hands of the educated!" He stopped to pause in thought, bringing skeletal hand to his chin. "Or I suppose...the eyes and the brain. It would be odd for a one's perception to be in their hands, wouldn't it? Lest they're blind..."
His unintentional humor effected her, despite the likely sarcasm that came with it. She giggled daintily, raising a hand to her mouth. The Forsaken didn't seem to notice this, he had already trailed off into other thoughts without her. 'It would be odd for one's perception to be in their hands, wouldn't it,' he thought again to himself. He looked down at his own, at the words carved into them. This was his perception now. The old, faded sentences and names that were torn into his skin. The especially indecipherable ones brought questions of his age to mind. 'How long have I been dead?' He frowned slightly, which was very abnormal of him. Those who had met him often noted his almost unfaltering optimism. Most of them said the same thing, "You're quite the optimistic one," though he wouldn't remember this, of course. Despite this, his response was always the same:
"One must be optimistic, when they have no perception of time. When they have little in their past, and nothing in their future."
He realized he had lost himself in his thoughts, his attention shifted to the Blood Elf, who's eyes questioned him now. His smiled returned after clearing his throat. "Well, I must be going...uh..." He realized she had not given him a name. "...well, your name is not important. Not to insult you of course, I just simply won't remember it." He rose from his seat. "I am Serjazul. Should we meet again, remind me that you know nothing of me, would you?" The curious Blood Elf gave him a nod while smiling faintly. He mumbled something unintelligible to himself as he slinked out of the Inn, and into the shadows.