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The night sky had pulled up over the vast plane and the stars were up. Clear as ever, there was not a cloud in this dry region. Flora and Fauna were quite hard to find out here, especially because of the flatlands that surrounded the kingdom by far. Only to the north there was a mountainous region that was much MUCH further than what it seemed like. There, the weather was slightly unstable. But down in plains it was mostly clear skies, consistent cool weather and an occasional drizzle.
As his eyes mustered the different celestial bodies noticing the different constellations, Lyserg had shifted his attention from his surroundings up above. The guild had not gotten a groundskeeper yet. As such, he had to substitute for that. Making daily rounds, usually at night when most of the members were already asleep or resting for early tasks Lyserg was checking around the entire city to see if there was anything unusual. Of course, there wasn't anything, but this was about protocol and caution.
Passing by a series of houses he stopped for a bit. This entire house block had been built by a single blacksmith back then. It was an iron goods shop in the early days, the blooming days of this kingdom. Remembering faces, customers and how flourishing the business was when iron became the number one import and export. Interesting enough, none of the old stories had left any marks on this place. None of the houses carried dents or markings that might explain the history or give a hint that this place had a past of glory behind it.
Touching the old stone walls Lyserg felt a sense of nostalgia. Not that it bothered him. Nostalgia was a good thing. Letting himself wallow in it for a moment, he turned around. The street was empty. His hand brushed off the wall and dropped to his side. The shadows didn't seem to hide anything. But there had been a fickle sensation of something. Following his intuition, he went down the street, tracing the edges of the roofs meaning that there had been something up there. Then, at a specific block, he stopped. Taking in a deep breath, he could feel something, or rather, someone.
As his eyes mustered the different celestial bodies noticing the different constellations, Lyserg had shifted his attention from his surroundings up above. The guild had not gotten a groundskeeper yet. As such, he had to substitute for that. Making daily rounds, usually at night when most of the members were already asleep or resting for early tasks Lyserg was checking around the entire city to see if there was anything unusual. Of course, there wasn't anything, but this was about protocol and caution.
Passing by a series of houses he stopped for a bit. This entire house block had been built by a single blacksmith back then. It was an iron goods shop in the early days, the blooming days of this kingdom. Remembering faces, customers and how flourishing the business was when iron became the number one import and export. Interesting enough, none of the old stories had left any marks on this place. None of the houses carried dents or markings that might explain the history or give a hint that this place had a past of glory behind it.
Touching the old stone walls Lyserg felt a sense of nostalgia. Not that it bothered him. Nostalgia was a good thing. Letting himself wallow in it for a moment, he turned around. The street was empty. His hand brushed off the wall and dropped to his side. The shadows didn't seem to hide anything. But there had been a fickle sensation of something. Following his intuition, he went down the street, tracing the edges of the roofs meaning that there had been something up there. Then, at a specific block, he stopped. Taking in a deep breath, he could feel something, or rather, someone.
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