Ah Clover town. Its beauty and scenery is only matched by the populace of legends that dwell within it. Yes that place brimmed with magistie and grace n yet today would not be one of those day. For all the legends that seem to come here and retire not one of them could bring themselves to lift a finger for this menial task. Such thoughts would go threw the mind of a well dressed white haired mage who was making his way towards the train station. His attire consisted of a classical style wearing a blue long coat with a dark blue ribbed vest underneath, matching leather pants with brown knee-high boats, a silken cravat and lastly finger-less leather gloves(light brown).
With his favored O-katana"The Last Whisper" carried in his left hand the mage known as Raiden Strihart glanced ahead at the trains boarding station. The place was empty indeed thanks to the current problem but one person did remain. This person however was not his employer but a liaison for the man himself. He stood near the ticket booth anxious and feebly as but once he spotted Raiden make his way up the stairs a sense of relief came over him. The little coward however wasted no time, he power walked towards Raiden and handed him a rolled piece of paper before briskly leaving the premises.
Unraveling the note Raiden would looked upon the contents, crumble the paper and toss it to the side. The paper simply read"Get it done. Owner"
With his favored O-katana"The Last Whisper" carried in his left hand the mage known as Raiden Strihart glanced ahead at the trains boarding station. The place was empty indeed thanks to the current problem but one person did remain. This person however was not his employer but a liaison for the man himself. He stood near the ticket booth anxious and feebly as but once he spotted Raiden make his way up the stairs a sense of relief came over him. The little coward however wasted no time, he power walked towards Raiden and handed him a rolled piece of paper before briskly leaving the premises.
Unraveling the note Raiden would looked upon the contents, crumble the paper and toss it to the side. The paper simply read"Get it done. Owner"