Amid the hustle and bustle of the streets, a hooded figure stood in place, notice clutched in his armored hand. Even as others bumped and shouldered the midlander, he remained relatively stoic in his stance, as blue eyes scanned over the text again and again. Fingers clenched the parchment harder, before he would drop it to the ground and stare across the crowds.
Had nothing changed? In the time that he had been gone, Ul'dah was no better off than he had left it. If anything it seemed worse..plagued now when more refugees, an influx of Au Ra sell swords, and the stench of ill intentions. His lips drew to a thin line as he contemplated his place in it all. The never ending struggle to try to do what little good he was able, against a torrent crime and law breakers.
He saw none of his former companions since his return, in fact he would go as far as to say the presence of those who hungered for justice seemed to have nearly vanished entirely. Gone was the hunger for law, and in it's place a veritable feast evil doers. He was glad he had brought his appetite.
As his inner monologue kept playing, the young man realized he couldn't simple stand in the center of the street forever. No, he had work to do. Alleys to canvas, patrols to begin, and new allies to obtain. Perhaps he'd start with these Xaela, perhaps new blood was exactly what an old city needed. With a renewed smile, he would stake his first step forward in this new quest.....until the crinkling sound of that paper he'd dropped sounded from the weight of his boot.
A blue eye twitched, as he glanced down and nearly trembled.
"Litter.......what have I become...?"
Had nothing changed? In the time that he had been gone, Ul'dah was no better off than he had left it. If anything it seemed worse..plagued now when more refugees, an influx of Au Ra sell swords, and the stench of ill intentions. His lips drew to a thin line as he contemplated his place in it all. The never ending struggle to try to do what little good he was able, against a torrent crime and law breakers.
He saw none of his former companions since his return, in fact he would go as far as to say the presence of those who hungered for justice seemed to have nearly vanished entirely. Gone was the hunger for law, and in it's place a veritable feast evil doers. He was glad he had brought his appetite.
As his inner monologue kept playing, the young man realized he couldn't simple stand in the center of the street forever. No, he had work to do. Alleys to canvas, patrols to begin, and new allies to obtain. Perhaps he'd start with these Xaela, perhaps new blood was exactly what an old city needed. With a renewed smile, he would stake his first step forward in this new quest.....until the crinkling sound of that paper he'd dropped sounded from the weight of his boot.
A blue eye twitched, as he glanced down and nearly trembled.
"Litter.......what have I become...?"
