Posted: Sat, 26/12/2020 20:22 (4 Years ago)
Derek strode into the town, surrounded by strange looks and wagons
drawn by beasts. His fox leapt along beside him, snarling at a few
who dared to step forwards. A man in armor walked forwards, holding
up a hand for Derek to stop. "State your business." A moment of
silence before Derek spoke. "My business is my own." His large
weapon glinted in the sun, as if on queue. Looking thoughtful, the
guard stepped back. "Very well. I'll have an eye on you though,
Blackguard. Your people are trouble, no matter their business."