Well, so far things seemed to be going great. In a new place, with no home, and nothing but what he had on his back. It's not like he had planned this out but he had expected at least a little more progress with himself. Strolling down the street, a sigh was the only sound in his ears. He really bit off more than he could chew here. He thought it would be ambitious to head off ahead and start looking for a job. Yet more and more he proved himself simply lost. with his bag strung over his back, a place to rest was another important detail. He'd assumed that would come with the job. Still, with no results as of yet, he needed a place to rest.
All Rayden knew was one thing; he wanted to help people. That was what he did at home, that was what he was raised to do, and that was his goal. Originally he had thought of joining a guild and taking jobs, but the more he thought about it, the more he disliked the thought. Not every could afford to give jobs, and he wanted to live for other people, not use them as a source of income. He wanted to do something grander, different. That was the problem though. He had no real idea what to then. Hopefully something should turn up. Horrible planning as always. Scanning the empty streets he shook his head. Goalless, homeless, technically broke, he was off to a great start as a hero.
He had heard some ideas. People had mentioned that Rune Knights before; the defenders of the people. It didn't exactly sit well with him though. Something about the regimes, the bureaucracy, it all seemed efficient for him. More focused on being organized than actually helping people or stopping crime. He had never met any; his hometown was far out, and often left to deal with it's own problems. The only reason the idea had even come up was he was near their base of operations currently. A visit to it was in order then, but he doubted it would lead to much.
Still, something caught his attention. Down the road, he saw them. The first people he had scene in a little while. Social interaction, that's a plus. Maybe that'd get the gears rolling in his head. Speeding up towards them he noticed something off. There seemed to be some pressure, or something along those lines. He wasn't close enough to make out the sounds, but they were angry. Three figures, huddled around a single one. From appearances alone, the three looked sketchy. There clothing was dirty, baggy. He'd seen this situation before. And look here, no Rune Knights in sight. Shaking his head, he moved forward, deciding to try and deal with it himself.
All Rayden knew was one thing; he wanted to help people. That was what he did at home, that was what he was raised to do, and that was his goal. Originally he had thought of joining a guild and taking jobs, but the more he thought about it, the more he disliked the thought. Not every could afford to give jobs, and he wanted to live for other people, not use them as a source of income. He wanted to do something grander, different. That was the problem though. He had no real idea what to then. Hopefully something should turn up. Horrible planning as always. Scanning the empty streets he shook his head. Goalless, homeless, technically broke, he was off to a great start as a hero.
He had heard some ideas. People had mentioned that Rune Knights before; the defenders of the people. It didn't exactly sit well with him though. Something about the regimes, the bureaucracy, it all seemed efficient for him. More focused on being organized than actually helping people or stopping crime. He had never met any; his hometown was far out, and often left to deal with it's own problems. The only reason the idea had even come up was he was near their base of operations currently. A visit to it was in order then, but he doubted it would lead to much.
Still, something caught his attention. Down the road, he saw them. The first people he had scene in a little while. Social interaction, that's a plus. Maybe that'd get the gears rolling in his head. Speeding up towards them he noticed something off. There seemed to be some pressure, or something along those lines. He wasn't close enough to make out the sounds, but they were angry. Three figures, huddled around a single one. From appearances alone, the three looked sketchy. There clothing was dirty, baggy. He'd seen this situation before. And look here, no Rune Knights in sight. Shaking his head, he moved forward, deciding to try and deal with it himself.