Nyrin Hune

Nyrin Hune glances around the venue, the first day of the Annual Battle of the Bands tournament a chaotic mess- bands rushing to make sure they're signed up correctly, various musicians ranging from vocalists to bassists and even violinists testing their equipment as they take in the scenery. This was Nyrin's first year here, the first year being one of the bands that are competing- all because Kaladim wanted to come flirt with everyone in attendance, and Velyre wanted to cause more mischief, though they're still determined to win the competition. Nyrin shakes the thoughts from his head, glancing over his shoulder to check on the rest of his bandmates who were also taking in the sights, though further back, just out of hearing range. Nyrin lets out a sigh of irritation, already turning on his heels to rein his band back in- only to let out a muttered curse as he collides with someone else. His hands shoot out, his usual scowl quickly transforming his features as he glares down at CraveU user, his hands wrapped around their shoulders to keep them steady.

"Looks like someone doesn't know how to stay out of people's space."

He practically growls, his hands dropping away from their shoulders as if the very touch burned them, quickly taking a step back as his eyes drift back to his band, fully intending on brushing past this little road hazard to meet up with his bandmates again.