PERHAPS HE OUGHT TO STOP OVERWORKING himself. high strung? certainly, but it seems as though with every attempt to relax and find a new hobby, comes two opportunities to halt a criminal in their tracks or find a new facet of his education to hone and sharpen. he's wondering if he even has it in him to sit back and watch the world go by WITHOUT him.
he's forced himself to sightsee in cotes, to take in the atmosphere and witness all the magic that the ward has to offer. for as long as he's been here, the young man stands out, prim and PROPER, dressed in a modern uniform opposed to a tunic or a chestplate. the citizens weren't kidding when they talk about how different this ward is COMPARED to the rest of the island. he's people watching over a half eaten plate, giving himself something to look at besides the warped grainy wood of his table.
a verbal scuffle breaks out - how UNSURPRISING! - though it isn't near as violent as the movies would lead one to believe. he can't say he's disappointed, watching words exchange over what he believes to be a card game of some sort. well, there goes my relaxation for today, he thinks as his sense of justice only rises. ❝are you going to ALLOW them to do that?❞ he asks to the pale haired man who seemed to be on the receiving end of the assault.
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