[Dimnersti]

The tenth candlemark of the day was early by most standards, by those of a vysstichi it was a practicly unholy hour, the suns rising and at just the right height to shine within the hood of his cloak nearly blinding him whenever he was forced to face them. But it was a necesitie if one was going to do buisness with lightborn, they all, be it human or elf, seemed to hold a primitive fear of the dark, it seemed rather silly, you didn't see many vysstichi with a fear of the light..

Stretching his neck slightly, it always seemed so stiff when he was out and about this morning, as if his body simply refused to function at such an hour, he caught site of a rather young elven woman sobbing in the street. Now it wasn't particularly unusual to find people sobbing in the streets of paxia, tragedy had a way of just sneaking up on people and hitting them at the oddest times. And given its close proximity to silorisa, it wasn't all that unusual to see those of elven heritage. To see one so young though, that was a tad unusual, elven young were usualy kept coddled in their homes till they neared adulthood.

"Excuse me miss are you allright? he asked in a simple quiet tone as he turned to aproach her. It wasn't that he was of an altruistic nature, he was simply a curious creature, and you never did know what opurtunities would arise from any given meeting. And well, any amusement in the city as it was was a gift from his lady carm. The ruins of a city wasn't exactly the most entertaining of places after all.