Darien leaned back against a wall, stuffing a muffin into his mouth and getting crumbs everywhere. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the guards as they walked by.
"Mrt zh frnk?" he says to himself as they pass out of earshot. He gulps down the last bite of muffin, then begins musing out loud, stroking his chin. "Garlean flags? And doing the guards' job for them. Vigilantes? I like vigilantes. It couldn't actually be the Empire. Could it?" Darien cracks his knuckles. "That'd be even better," he says with a smirk as he brushes the crumbs off his shirt and heads down the street in the opposite direction of the way the guards went.
"Mrt zh frnk?" he says to himself as they pass out of earshot. He gulps down the last bite of muffin, then begins musing out loud, stroking his chin. "Garlean flags? And doing the guards' job for them. Vigilantes? I like vigilantes. It couldn't actually be the Empire. Could it?" Darien cracks his knuckles. "That'd be even better," he says with a smirk as he brushes the crumbs off his shirt and heads down the street in the opposite direction of the way the guards went.
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