The streets parted in half like the red sea, choirs of birds sang as they fluttered through the heavens; their wing beats and songs crashing against the melody of children playing in the streets. The villains, from the low criminal thieves to the murderers, slavers and killers had made themselves scarce. All that remained where the general delights of civilization, Typhon's Guild Hall a large Mansion Estate was like a palace to the common man.
Yet everything happened for a reason, the grime of Reim while now at a lowered state was the result of many efforts, yet the reputation one would get in his territory, as Jahan walked outside his own "castle" was something that not everyone would feel. None the less, none of that was important. There was only ever one relevant fact.
The King Had returned.
Jahan chilled outside his gate, dressed in a light shirt made of fine silk, and loose comfortable black pants. A single gold necklace shaped as a viper and his metal vessel a Black Crown which emitted beauty and power signified his importance. The younger guild members would run, slapping hands with their Guild master as they made their way into to the courtyard, or the dorms or any of Typhons large functions. His older members would salute him as they went on to do their jobs each of them moving with an increased sense of morale and pride now that their leader had returned.
Jahan however just watched, waiting patiently thinking on about plans for the future, and conserving energy for today.
Yet everything happened for a reason, the grime of Reim while now at a lowered state was the result of many efforts, yet the reputation one would get in his territory, as Jahan walked outside his own "castle" was something that not everyone would feel. None the less, none of that was important. There was only ever one relevant fact.
The King Had returned.
Jahan chilled outside his gate, dressed in a light shirt made of fine silk, and loose comfortable black pants. A single gold necklace shaped as a viper and his metal vessel a Black Crown which emitted beauty and power signified his importance. The younger guild members would run, slapping hands with their Guild master as they made their way into to the courtyard, or the dorms or any of Typhons large functions. His older members would salute him as they went on to do their jobs each of them moving with an increased sense of morale and pride now that their leader had returned.
Jahan however just watched, waiting patiently thinking on about plans for the future, and conserving energy for today.