mandalus :: the city of fates.

[The feed turns on and a face covered by a dragon fashioned helm 'tch's' at the camera as he turns away from it, not realizing it's on. He's perched high up on top of a building, and his voice sounds cold much like the wind whipping around, which sends the purple mane of hair flowing out behind him.]

One place is as good as another for penance it seems.

[He looks down at the scene below him.]

But wherever this is, I'll find my way. I've faced greater obstacles than this.

[The feed ends]