Emillion Mods (emillionmods) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-08-05 19:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative |
What: New arrivals.
Where: Bahamut Hall.
When: Tonight.
Rating: PG.
Activity around Bahamut Hall was not an uncommon sight. Fighters arriving from the outlands, rangers and others, had become typical of late, and so the group seen that evening, pulled late in the day through the city gates, caused no particular stir. Each went about their usual business, and so too did the monk, his clothing weather-beaten from travel, his thick beard peppered with gray from all the seasons he had survived in the harshness of the wild. The monk sat quiet in the hall, papers in his hand, studiously filling out forms for the guild as others came and went. Some waved as they recognized the man, seasoned in the class as he was, though scarce in appearance in the last quarter decade. He hadn't seen the fire that destroyed the former hall, of course, but he had heard of it. And as he wandered purposefully through the hall, the monk made quiet note of every new change in architecture, every strange room. The man left as the sun dipped down below the horizon, realizing he had much work ahead of him. Where did you hide it, old man? |