Valus' Dictum
The sound of log landing upon log methodically, breaks the silence as dusky wood is thrown on a slowly growing stack. Taking a break from stacking the wood, Cindron stands upright and then bends backwards, trying to pop and loosen his back from the days of hard, mindless harvesting. Blinking sweat out of his eyes, he looks up towards the hot sun, and tries to wipe away the sweat and swamp-grime from his face with the last dry spot on his forearm. Inhaling/exhaling deeply Cin reaches for and drinks from his water skin before allowing his mind to wander off in thoughts again.
While it was a profound and overwhelming relief to
Crossroads
The city of Khal seemed to have a life of its own as people traveled its streets and shops providing its very life blood. The sun was high and it warmed Cindron's skin. Looking about Cindron couldn't even say how he ended up here or exactly when he arrived. It didn't matter though, it was the first time in years he had allowed himself time away from all things. To just be and he suspected that in itself was how he ended up here.
Cindron watched as a large galleon carefully maneuvered about the harbor while a not-so-skilled helmsman in a smaller sloop nearly struck it bow to stern. Cin grinned as he walked to a vender selling food
Valus' Dictum
The sound of log landing upon log methodically, breaks the silence as dusky wood is thrown on a slowly growing stack. Taking a break from stacking the wood, Cindron stands upright and then bends backwards, trying to pop and loosen his back from the days of hard, mindless harvesting. Blinking sweat out of his eyes, he looks up towards the hot sun, and tries to wipe away the sweat and swamp-grime from his face with the last dry spot on his forearm. Inhaling/exhaling deeply Cin reaches for and drinks from his water skin before allowing his mind to wander off in thoughts again.
While it was a profound and overwhelming relief to