The city appeared to be healing. While it was by no means complete, the process of recovering from the Cabal attack was obvious. The streets were being cleared, people were smiling more, the sense of panic was beginning to vanish. It was always good to see the people getting better after times of trial and tribulation. And the idea that it could easily happen again seemed to never occur to them. This village was, for all intents and purposes, a death trap. And if someone who actually knew what they were doing and desired to truly do it ever came around to ruin it, it wouldn’t be very hard to do. These were the thoughts going through Enzeru’s head as he led Kimi and the girls through the village to the ruins of what was once the seat of power in the village. The joy on the faces of people juxtaposed with the dread knowledge of how bad the situation still was for them. It was bringing a more somber look to his face by the minute.
The rubble and wreckage of the tower brought him to a pause as he looked at it. While he’d never seen the structure before its collapse, he knew that this area did hold a special place in his memories. Here was where he’d made a decision to help. Here was where he had been accepted by a member and given a chance to prove himself. Here was the start of his path into where he was now. With an arm around Kimi’s shoulders, and his other hand balled tight, Enzeru makes his way into the former symbol of the village.
He looked quite different now. The black that was invading his eyes and hair before having finished their job. The hunter, not liking the look of the black hair being so long, cut it short in defiance of the changes he was experiencing. But it made his new blue military uniform stand out and look quite a bit nicer on him. Then there were the gloves on his hands. Only a very keen eye could even notice them right now, so sheer were they. It was as if he wasn’t wearing any at all. But if need arose, the devastating weapons that proved his origin could be unleashed upon a foe. That only added to the grim façade on his visage. With a well known powerhouse under one arm and two large felines following them, it was little wonder people avoided a man with that look on his face.
Finally he does catch someone, and asks them to inform the steward that Enzeru and Kimi, having returned from their journey, wished to meet with him.
The rubble and wreckage of the tower brought him to a pause as he looked at it. While he’d never seen the structure before its collapse, he knew that this area did hold a special place in his memories. Here was where he’d made a decision to help. Here was where he had been accepted by a member and given a chance to prove himself. Here was the start of his path into where he was now. With an arm around Kimi’s shoulders, and his other hand balled tight, Enzeru makes his way into the former symbol of the village.
He looked quite different now. The black that was invading his eyes and hair before having finished their job. The hunter, not liking the look of the black hair being so long, cut it short in defiance of the changes he was experiencing. But it made his new blue military uniform stand out and look quite a bit nicer on him. Then there were the gloves on his hands. Only a very keen eye could even notice them right now, so sheer were they. It was as if he wasn’t wearing any at all. But if need arose, the devastating weapons that proved his origin could be unleashed upon a foe. That only added to the grim façade on his visage. With a well known powerhouse under one arm and two large felines following them, it was little wonder people avoided a man with that look on his face.
Finally he does catch someone, and asks them to inform the steward that Enzeru and Kimi, having returned from their journey, wished to meet with him.