remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
The General had arrived to the barracks later than usual, working on implementing some plans for LongNight preparation over at the Artisan’s Guild, and then following through to tend to his other organization. Opening the front door, the mountain made his way along familiar, habitual pathways, leaving parchment on the table for later use, and dropping his bag off, when he heard the sound of footsteps nearby. He’d always left the area open to the public, to come and go and train as they pleased – some preferring onslaughts against targets in the midnight deluge, early in the morning before the sun rose, within the heat of the day, or everywhere else notched in between. So it wasn’t alarming to hear rustling within the armory, another soul partaking in whatever means and munitions they favored, there for them to utilize. It just meant he was curious.So the Sword followed the hallway, meandering along until he came to the arsenal’s aperture, taking up space and expanse in the doorway, piercing eyes flicking towards the individual nestled within. A stranger, completely unknown and foreign to him, as he would’ve recognized the shock of hair – seemingly enamored with the storage of blades (an understanding; as he preferred those as well). The deeper intonations of his vocals rumbled through, announcing his presence if his figure hadn’t done the work for him. “Anything I can help you with?”
out for vengeance
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