Romulus walked udly through the streets of Lavantir. The city was not overly large, but Romulus still felt out of place in an urban environment. The sun was just starting to set and it bathed the entire city in a crimson light, but also casting quite a few shadows from everything around the city. It was a duality that Romulus came to enjoy. It reminded him a lot of the guild he had joined recently, even though it seemed like a life time ago. But then on another hand, it was a lifetime. Romulus had changed quite a bit since he had arrived. This was something he was grateful for. Especially to the guild mates that had helped him get to where he was. A few stood out rather strongly in his mind, and remembering the fun they had on jobs together brought a smirk to his face.
Romulus was known to take long strolls at night, but this was different. Normally he wouldn't return to the guild hall until the sunrise was nigh on the horizon. But this time, something was different. It was probably because of him thinking about his time at the guild, but he found himself at the doors to the guild, much as he did when he first arrived to Lavantir. That day still stood out in his mind. It was his first taste of friendship, and of a certain type of cake that one of his friends was known for. Romulus opened the imposing door and made his way inside. He slowly made his way to the Tavern of the guild, not for any reason, or with any haste. He just wanted to continue his thinking about the guild and its members, and what better place to do that than a place where he could be surrounded by them?
Romulus found the entrance to the Tavern, and slowly opened it. As soon as the door was opened in the slightest, a cascade of sound struck Romulus. He was certainly not used to the sensation, but he had grown to enjoy it as much as he could. This guild was as close to a home as he had ever gotten, and since an imperfect home is better than none at all, he accepted the noise that cane with the Black Rose mages. He made his way through the Tavern room until he found a booth in the corner. He aloud himself to fall unceremoniously into the lightly padded bench seat. With no one else in the booth, Romulus was able to stretch his limbs and leave the world around him and simply retreat into his head. He was enjoying his own thoughts until he ran across a memory that was contrary to his current emotions about the guild he was in. It was a memory only two people had. He had been hiding it and was actually slightly ashamed of it. Maybe he would share it with someone soon. Maybe. But until then, he would have to just keep going over the happier moments of his life at the guild.
Romulus was known to take long strolls at night, but this was different. Normally he wouldn't return to the guild hall until the sunrise was nigh on the horizon. But this time, something was different. It was probably because of him thinking about his time at the guild, but he found himself at the doors to the guild, much as he did when he first arrived to Lavantir. That day still stood out in his mind. It was his first taste of friendship, and of a certain type of cake that one of his friends was known for. Romulus opened the imposing door and made his way inside. He slowly made his way to the Tavern of the guild, not for any reason, or with any haste. He just wanted to continue his thinking about the guild and its members, and what better place to do that than a place where he could be surrounded by them?
Romulus found the entrance to the Tavern, and slowly opened it. As soon as the door was opened in the slightest, a cascade of sound struck Romulus. He was certainly not used to the sensation, but he had grown to enjoy it as much as he could. This guild was as close to a home as he had ever gotten, and since an imperfect home is better than none at all, he accepted the noise that cane with the Black Rose mages. He made his way through the Tavern room until he found a booth in the corner. He aloud himself to fall unceremoniously into the lightly padded bench seat. With no one else in the booth, Romulus was able to stretch his limbs and leave the world around him and simply retreat into his head. He was enjoying his own thoughts until he ran across a memory that was contrary to his current emotions about the guild he was in. It was a memory only two people had. He had been hiding it and was actually slightly ashamed of it. Maybe he would share it with someone soon. Maybe. But until then, he would have to just keep going over the happier moments of his life at the guild.