Time: Dawn, May 2nd, 10 years ago.
Location: The streets of Crowmire
Status: Closed. @rxnnxlhylxne
Efrain made his way through the empty streets of Crowmire without any particular hurry. He’d come at the behest of his father who, quite rudely the morning before, had stormed home in a rage. He’d requested, and paid for, a particular obscure tome some weeks prior from one of their usual vendors, but apparently he now refused to make the trip to the city in order to deliver it. Subsequently, Efrain was tasked with retrieving the book and reaming out aforementioned vendor for his poor customer service. Previously the vendor, a pleasant if odd man named Amund Moor, had been entirely willing to locate, retrieve, and deliver their orders, so he was curious as to the sudden reticence.
Regardless, he took his time in the early morning sunlight. It was nice to be able to meander at his leisure through the ordinarily crowded city streets. It had been a godsend in the most populous section, but this part of the city wasn’t as busy as others. Little lay down this way but Amund’s and similar vendors of unconventional wares. Otherwise, all there was were condemned buildings.
Since no one else was awake at this hour he’d only passed a fisherman and a fellow traveller, but no one else. Up ahead, however, he saw a figure in one of the side alleyways. He kept his pace easy and measured, as any man out for a stroll would, but kept his attention fixed on the figure in case they intended to be trouble.