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Post by Skylar balbadd on Jun 2, 2013 2:41:51 GMT -5
For what was probably the tenth time, the fifteen year old had managed to elude his guards. They would be mad, Sky knew that much, they always were...but deep down he knew that he was doing them a favor by going out on his own...assuming that nobody who would hurt him would find him. At the same time...this was Balbadd. It was his home, and more importantly, he was the most loved of the royal children. His eldest brother was a runaway, with a poor reputation considering his nature. The second was less known to the public as the other two, and Skylar was not only the youngest, but also the most genuinely honest one of the group. The people respected that he had never opposed opposition to the change-over from monarchy to republic, and more importantly they appreciated his value for equal rights and opportunities among all people.
At the same time...as inexperienced as he was, Sky knew he couldn't just walk the city without some kind of attempt at hiding who he was. It was too dangerous. Now, the fifteen year old was wearing a white scarf around his head, much like a bandana, with a white t-shirt, beige linen pants, and simple flip flops on his feet. There was no lavish jewelry, expensive weapons on him, nor any signs of royal heritage. All he had on him was the royal seal in his pocket, and a very simple sword strapped to his side.
The armory he had come to visit was also on the largest in city, and the people inside were typically not the kind of focus on one teenager looking around. With his blonde hair all over the back of his head, and that head in the corner looking at a few of the more expensive blades like a window-shopper...he doubted anyone would notice him. Inside the armory was also quite standard. The shop-keeper was arguing with a customer over a price, a few old men were reminiscing about war times, and most of the customers were all wannabe warriors looking at pieces of equipment they could hardly afford.
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