[Ceniel]

Timestamp: 12th of Optia, Era XIV, Post Fractum

Ceniel was doing his rounds as usual. He was a fairly handsome elf with almond shaped green eyes, lightly tanned skin, and short brown hair. There were quite few people out today and he had trouble keeping an eye on everything. His hand was resting on the hilt of his shortsword and he was hoping he wouldn't have to use it. He walked by the marketplace and slapped the hand of a urchin who's hand had strayed to far to his coins. He exited the marketplace and started heading toward the slightly poorer area of the city. This was where most of the hovels were. Today he passed by his own house. Then he took a left down the orad and conitnued walking.