As he turned the corner, breathing hard with the armor feeling as though it weighed as much as one....no, two large male Roegadyn strapped to his back, Rurutani was beginning to be convinced he now knew what true pain was, and that included the loss of his eye. The other sentries seemed quite amused by the spectacle, the Lalafell running as hard as he could, and Rurutani prayed the Sultana would not decide to take a stroll through the area, for the shame in that would be unbearable.
He told himself to hush as he had brought the issue on himself for leaving. The armor creaked and he wiped his brow with futility as he gradually turned the corner and saw what clearly was a mirage.
There stood a young woman in a corset and thigh boots standing there, seemingly watching him, and holding something close to her. He slightly cocked his head to the side a bit, wondering why this spectator was suddenly there. The sentries posted did not seem too thrilled with her presence, but she seemed intent on keeping her eye on him as he ran toward her.
As he approached he slowed his pace a bit, unsure what she wanted, not even sure she was real, as he'd had one too many strange dreams and visions lately. For a man with one eye, he seemed to see too many things lately. He continued to slow, unaware that he had nearly come to a fast walking pace as he came within speaking distance of the woman.
He told himself to hush as he had brought the issue on himself for leaving. The armor creaked and he wiped his brow with futility as he gradually turned the corner and saw what clearly was a mirage.
There stood a young woman in a corset and thigh boots standing there, seemingly watching him, and holding something close to her. He slightly cocked his head to the side a bit, wondering why this spectator was suddenly there. The sentries posted did not seem too thrilled with her presence, but she seemed intent on keeping her eye on him as he ran toward her.
As he approached he slowed his pace a bit, unsure what she wanted, not even sure she was real, as he'd had one too many strange dreams and visions lately. For a man with one eye, he seemed to see too many things lately. He continued to slow, unaware that he had nearly come to a fast walking pace as he came within speaking distance of the woman.
