Post by Zidane Tribal on Mar 2, 2020 15:07:45 GMT -5
Treno was not a city you wanted to visit alone. Sure it was painted as the city of romance. The Realm of Eternal Night:, but here where the sun never rose over the Aerbs’ mighty peaks hid some of the most wretched creatures of the underworld. Cutthroats, criminals and corrupted nobles nurtured by nihilism and competition. Blood sports were common and auctioning ancient relics pilfered from the tombs of the ancestors was part of the everyday leisure. Counterfeiting, muggings, robberies, and brokering information was at the tips of one’s fingers. When a thief arrived at Treno you would believe they have found a haven that had everything one could ever dream of harbored in the homes of greedy nobles and ripe for the picking with a few well placed coins of gil in the pockets of guards. But when entering its gates Zidane felt a sense of lawlessness that has diluted since his last visit, but neither was it a comfort.
The rogue had never been some swashbuckling outcast or dashing debonaire of decedent dreams and dares. He did not cast himself into the hierarchy of a thief that needed one more big score or a cutthroat that would hold ransom a pretty face for an extra sack of gil. He considered himself casually criminal, hardly worth the time of guards or even to be plastered on a wanted poster. While a daredevil sometimes on the rope for a challenge it had never been at the accostment of an innocent or at the risk of a noble losing their fortune, even if that was what many of them here deserved with their blood money. Maybe he had become soft, or disillusioned. Either way he never really liked the place.
It was boring.
He never found it necessary to return after his travels with the others, but he found himself back here again and again. Since his adventure he had returned to stop the mad rampage of a gold-collecting demon. Another time he found himself attempting to clear Amarant’s good name and now --? “Well at least it isn’t a bloody card game.” It had left a bad taste in his mouth. He sort of quit playing since then, giving his deck to the kids.
The rogue had settled at Doctor Tot’s tower. It was, fairly, more comfortable than many of the places here simply because the roost had a bird’s eye view of the city below and it was the easiest to reach from the Castle. He supposed, despite anything, the walk cleared his head. His feet were kicked up on the bird’s desk as his hands clutched the back of his head. The fifth, lazy, limber, limb languidly lurked about the drawers of the desk. Tot himself was on the third shelf, to the left, above the catwalk by the globe, in search of some book or another requested by Dagger. Speaking of, where was she? He had been here since yesterday awaiting her arrival. He was bored, anxious and overzealous if he were truly honest with himself. The sooner they overcame this the sooner he could go and find restful slumber by her side. The thought piqued his curiosity.
“Though if we went on our own little adventure . . . ?” His gloved hands rubbed his chin. While not consumed by the wanderlust of his past the thought of having a jubilant adventure with Dagger that did not risk life and limb for the sake of this world or another he would really find that romantic! Garnet Alexandros
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