@praevaricatri liked for a starter { x }
“Hey, you there - “ Always the gentleman, as some would say. Beyond the point of caring about anything, he had left his manners somewhere along the way, a man who looked like he spent most of his time on the road somewhere he did not know himself, worn and weary, but as strong as he was bitter. This place was foreign and, at the same time, no different from any other place he had known: torn apart by people who did not understand the value of peace. People who believed war, violence and misery was the only way they could live.
“I am looking for the next settlement. A tavern, an inn, anything of the sort. Or a village. I’m looking for work.” And it began again: help farmers with their crops, slay bandits for villagers who could not help themselves, run errands for the rich and the lazy... As if his entire life was doomed to be the same miserable circle of people who could not help themselves.
