@salturia
As the day darkened, so had the city around him. The edges of the city had become their own intricate maze, the streets hacked by the glare of neon lights. Laughter, whispers, shapes moving into the alleys to disappear in the backdoors.
The whole place reeked of dishonor and vice. He had taken a wrong turn and had foolishly chosen to wander unarmed. Wielding a wooden spear wasn’t exactly as useful as the twin lances that marked his legend. As unnatural as it felt, it had proven to be a nuisance. He wouldn’t find an honorable opponent he could challenge in the middle of the street, or at least, not without getting arrested.
It had been difficult to imagine a warrior without a war, a servant without a Master, a knight without a Lord. His gaze had lowered, ignoring the encroaching landscape of the red city.
It was until a feminine voice called his attention. An exuberantly dressed woman, and then another, and another, shameless women of the night surrounded him in a circle.
Darn those gods, they had sealed his strength as a servant but had assured his curse still haunted him. Lancer pressed his lips as he thought a way to dissuade them.
“You’re mistaken...” he foolishly attempted.