Where there's life there's hope.
After the perpetual darkness of Longnight, Zavien had developed somewhat of an island fever from Stormbreak. As much as he loved his home, he just needed to get out, so he'd hopped on the first skyship going anywhere. And now he somehow found himself strolling along a creek in King's Ends. Although perhaps 'strolling' wasn't quite the words as he sliced away any evidence of Void in his path. A disgusted sneer was planted on his face as the oily black blood of the different flora and fauna coated his blade. His habits had him reaching to wipe it away with the edge of his tunic, but he stopped himself, determined to keep the infection away. Instead, he ran the flat of the blade through the grass, smearing the droplets into purplish blobs of ink. It would have to do for now.
Continuing on in his stress-relieving activity, Zavien proceeded down the creek before spotting a figure crouched by the water ahead. He paused to assess whether they were a dangerous or not, however, their body language didn't appear threatening to anything other than the Void River Stars below. They almost looked familiar but he wasn't quite sure. He cautiously approached with his sword raised, prepared for any signs of trouble. "Hello? Friend or foe?"
Zavien
