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June 3rd, 307 AC
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He pulled his mask off as Lightboots and the woman left. He should have asked her name, but then, Boots would probably get that by the night's end. He shook his head, thinking of the ordeal that had been the meeting. The Jesters and the Blonde's men both gathered. He never thought they would posed a threat, but it was tiresome regardless. He pushed the barricade door shut and locked it, before moving for the armory to switch back into common clothes.
He returned to the courtyard when he was finished, his graying hair it's usual mess, his purple coat and black scarf on. He peeked through the barricade briefly, before opening it, then re-locking it behind him. It wouldn't stay up forever, but he wanted to keep it secure enough while it did still stand. And then he began to walk, lost in his own thoughts.
He had been away from the city for so long it seemed, but some things truly never did change. The same groups still did the same things after all these years. They wore different clothes, and bore new names, but the pieces were essentially still the same. Clowns and Kathar Loyalists. Strongarms and Covens. And the devoted protectors, standing in their way, against the law but for Union sake. And then... the true commonman's men.
It was interesting, having this almost outsider view of the whole game. He felt like he saw things much more clearly now. It highlighted his past failures very clearly. He glided through the Dragon Quarter. Or was it the Rose Court now? He couldn't remember. Inside, people drank and made merry. Through the other gate, and just a dozen paces down, beggars gathered under a hole-ridden tarp. Always the same.
This time though. Well, this time maybe he could make a difference. The city was calmer now than ever before, not that that meant much. No Dragons. No Deathlings. No invaders. Just normal, internal affairs for two years. Seeing Nace work, seeing how similar the man was to himself when he was younger. Knowing all the lessons he could pass on. To refine and improve their endless work. That gave Cael some hope.
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June 3rd, 307 AC
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He pulled his mask off as Lightboots and the woman left. He should have asked her name, but then, Boots would probably get that by the night's end. He shook his head, thinking of the ordeal that had been the meeting. The Jesters and the Blonde's men both gathered. He never thought they would posed a threat, but it was tiresome regardless. He pushed the barricade door shut and locked it, before moving for the armory to switch back into common clothes.
He returned to the courtyard when he was finished, his graying hair it's usual mess, his purple coat and black scarf on. He peeked through the barricade briefly, before opening it, then re-locking it behind him. It wouldn't stay up forever, but he wanted to keep it secure enough while it did still stand. And then he began to walk, lost in his own thoughts.
He had been away from the city for so long it seemed, but some things truly never did change. The same groups still did the same things after all these years. They wore different clothes, and bore new names, but the pieces were essentially still the same. Clowns and Kathar Loyalists. Strongarms and Covens. And the devoted protectors, standing in their way, against the law but for Union sake. And then... the true commonman's men.
It was interesting, having this almost outsider view of the whole game. He felt like he saw things much more clearly now. It highlighted his past failures very clearly. He glided through the Dragon Quarter. Or was it the Rose Court now? He couldn't remember. Inside, people drank and made merry. Through the other gate, and just a dozen paces down, beggars gathered under a hole-ridden tarp. Always the same.
This time though. Well, this time maybe he could make a difference. The city was calmer now than ever before, not that that meant much. No Dragons. No Deathlings. No invaders. Just normal, internal affairs for two years. Seeing Nace work, seeing how similar the man was to himself when he was younger. Knowing all the lessons he could pass on. To refine and improve their endless work. That gave Cael some hope.
