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Post by Ciceros the Fool on Jun 3, 2013 15:42:26 GMT -5
The day had begun on a dreary note. The clouds overhead were swollen with rain, and before noon it had downpoured from noon until two where the sun poked weakly from above and tied to brighten the port city of Hargeon. Gradually those upon the shore returned to their duties upon the docks, and the marketplace slowly filled up with people running towards the market to snag dinner before their family members returned home. All and all, everything was going smoothly, an observation that Ciceros liked to make. It wouldn't do if those in his cities were under unrest, but the rain hadn't damaged their spirits and the Lamia Scale guildmage wanted a little time to tour the crowds before it got dark outside where he would return to his guild and meet with his guildmates.
Being inside had left him feeling eager to get back into the swing of things and to elevate himself from his lonliness he was out on a hunt, so to speak. Fishermen's wives, visiting royalty, he was sure that his charm could reach anywhere when it came to offering some pleasurable company, and all the better to understand himself more. Emotions still felt foreign to him and his unblinking eyes could barely grasp a sense of belonging in the guild he had continued to establish as his master had done before. He wasn't used to running his guild, and he would be sure to hold a meeting as soon as possible announcing his rule changes and introduce the new members to everyone else.
But for now, he was more interested in finding a suitable mate for pleasantries than worrying about his guild. He felt the heartbeat of Arcanis underneath his jacket, and he paused, a hand lifting to his chest as it fatigued. This had happened before, in short bursts, its as if something was putting weight on his chest. He understood that his weapon was once an instrument of darkness, but he was adamant in proving that it could be used for good, and that its dark influence could never reach him.
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