The night sky was something that Jian had always found weirdly beautiful. Even back when he was a slave to his parents whim, he'd sneak out at night just to see those stars twinkling above the big top. Now that he was free, it was even better.
What once represented what laid outside his grasp now simply showed exactly what he had. They were freedom, they were beauty, and for some reason they always made him feel content when he looked up there in the void. Void, with a chance of beauty, he thought with a small snicker.
As you could probably tell, Jian was at this time somewhat drunk. Having arrived back from that little experiment in the wasteland a few hours ago, he had stopped by a bar to get a little bit of alcohol. Everyone else there was drinking wine out of goblets, and when he asked for something that wasn't wine he could almost taste their anger at this stranger "insulting their customs" but forked over some strong ale nonetheless.
Over the last few hours, he'd had more than enough ale to wipe out a few of his memories. They were a comforting little pillow to rest his head on, or perhaps a pillow to smother the sleeping negative thoughts about what he'd had to do. It was certainly comforting to not have to think about the fact that he'd incinerated a mugger alive today. Even if he didn't feel guilty about it now, he wasn't going to give it time to fester.
Either way, even with the hatred shown against him, he'd managed to survive their distaste, and was now heading back to the area that he'd made camp through some back streets to try and avoid any unwanted attention. It was a good night, so he had no problem walking even though he had a horse tied up by the city gates. Besides, inebriated as he was it'd be even more difficult than before to control him.
Unfortunately, that decision might not have been a smart one as, in one specific back alley, he heard whispers about an "attack on the palace" and "down with that fool Lagi". Now, normally he tried not to get involved in politics, especially when it wasn't his own country that was involved, but nonetheless he couldn't just sit back and let this happen. Lagi was a good man, from what he'd seen, and good men did not deserve this kind of attention.
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What once represented what laid outside his grasp now simply showed exactly what he had. They were freedom, they were beauty, and for some reason they always made him feel content when he looked up there in the void. Void, with a chance of beauty, he thought with a small snicker.
As you could probably tell, Jian was at this time somewhat drunk. Having arrived back from that little experiment in the wasteland a few hours ago, he had stopped by a bar to get a little bit of alcohol. Everyone else there was drinking wine out of goblets, and when he asked for something that wasn't wine he could almost taste their anger at this stranger "insulting their customs" but forked over some strong ale nonetheless.
Over the last few hours, he'd had more than enough ale to wipe out a few of his memories. They were a comforting little pillow to rest his head on, or perhaps a pillow to smother the sleeping negative thoughts about what he'd had to do. It was certainly comforting to not have to think about the fact that he'd incinerated a mugger alive today. Even if he didn't feel guilty about it now, he wasn't going to give it time to fester.
Either way, even with the hatred shown against him, he'd managed to survive their distaste, and was now heading back to the area that he'd made camp through some back streets to try and avoid any unwanted attention. It was a good night, so he had no problem walking even though he had a horse tied up by the city gates. Besides, inebriated as he was it'd be even more difficult than before to control him.
Unfortunately, that decision might not have been a smart one as, in one specific back alley, he heard whispers about an "attack on the palace" and "down with that fool Lagi". Now, normally he tried not to get involved in politics, especially when it wasn't his own country that was involved, but nonetheless he couldn't just sit back and let this happen. Lagi was a good man, from what he'd seen, and good men did not deserve this kind of attention.
414/1000