Chelvaric walked trough the gates of the capital city of fiore called crocus. It was a very big city and very busy too as all the most important matters and parties were being held here in the heart of the kingdom. But this time it wasn’t for a happy occasion. Same like the last time he was here. It seems he was always being called to crocus when something bad is happening. He sighed as this wasn’t good. He was just walking in jeans and nothing on his upper body. His chest completely naked and exposed while his metal arms were fused into his body. The city seemed to still be recovering from the priory attacks. Altough a lot of houses were fixed already not everything was. He walked up to the castle where the supposed job was. It was a huge castle. The walls were definitely around thirty meter high and each three hundred meters there was a castle tower. The usual lack of guards at the door was now gone as there was a huge amount waiting at it. they probably didn’t want to let the murderer escape so fast. It was best for him to wait here for his partner. He was taking a low ranked mage of the guild on this mission to learn him a few tricks. This would make him more profound in the guild. He wanted to show the guild master that he would do everything for the guild and that he wouldn’t stop till it was the best place in fiore where a mage could be the best of the best but wihout a irritating competition feeling. More of a family. Where you have that crazy uncle throwing pies at you in the evening of Christmas. He leaned against the wall and looked as the first snow was falling in crocus. The winter came late but it was starting. NOTES | TAG | @dante WORDS |317/1925MUSE | link here |
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