Elenion Aura
Two Thousand Club
Matthias
Matthias stood grim and stone-faced by the riverside, looming over the water's edge like a statue. He listened to the others wordlessly. Some of them theorized what this new development could mean. Were the Deathborn sentient? What Matthias wondered was when, and how, they intended to strike back at these creatures. From a blackness in his heart, Matthias figured he would not find the answer here. His knuckles ached from their repeated meetings with Deathborn hide. As if to punish them - punish himself - Matthias tightened his fists until he heard them pop.
Without another word he left them there. Matthias walked the streets of this foreign city with more surety than he was comfortable with. It did not take him long to find what he sought. A guard was posted near enough to the Academy grounds, for the safety of the students, Matthias imagined. He approached her and nodded grimly as she took note of him. In a voice quieter than he was used to using, Matthias said,
”I want to speak the the guard-captain.”
Without another word he left them there. Matthias walked the streets of this foreign city with more surety than he was comfortable with. It did not take him long to find what he sought. A guard was posted near enough to the Academy grounds, for the safety of the students, Matthias imagined. He approached her and nodded grimly as she took note of him. In a voice quieter than he was used to using, Matthias said,
”I want to speak the the guard-captain.”