We eXist...

[Naamandre3]

The day had been peaceful until now.
André had watched the sun rise from beyond the great mountains. Had worked under it while it had been at its peaks. And had moved towards mavenholm while it was setting, doing small chores of repairing the roads as he went along.
He had sat down at the inn of maven wearing his cloak over his head to avoid the running into people and a conversation first a meal before speaking up and possible getting drunk he thought smirking.

Then the scene unfolded in front of his eyes. Running people walking people shouting people. A speech of crèche. He drank his mug empty and stretched. Moving up and testing if his shoulder muscles were ready just in case. A diamond sword glistering at his hip.

He slowly stands up. Still in the taravan and simply slips some gold coins to the bar were the innkeeper was before he fled. Then he walks outside sighing slowly. Nobody knew the road builders, the watchers ha.

He watched the body from a small distance. Watching cerce with his speech and getting marked before removing his hood and placing a hand on his shoulder looking grave.

“Evening..” he stated simply