@visualspice! 8D
Liam was so not thrilled to be here.
Thaedes was a bloody mess--quite literally. It had never really recovered from the massacre, and Liam wasn't sure it ever would. As he patrolled the streets with its dilapidated, burned buildings, crawling with stray dogs and rats and street rats, he wasn't so sure it
should be salvaged. Maybe the place was as corrupt as Krah had decided it was. Maybe its destruction was a
cleansing.
Too bad he had to be here to deal with said mess, cleaning up the dregs when he could have been in the thick of things instead, doing something that
actually mattered. But instead he'd drawn the short straw and been one of the unlucky blokes put on clean-up duty--though he supposed he shouldn't be so bitter.
If there were mage nests here, they needed to be cleaned up like the others, and no such holy work was mediocre in Ansgar's eyes.
It was night now, though, and once again Liam had drawn the short straw and got saddled with a midnight patrol on top of an already long day. Which wouldn't have been
quite so excruciating if it was a part of the city he was convinced nothing ever happened, it was so burned out. But who knew? Maybe there was a pack of rats hidden among the ashes? It
was a little too quiet here, he thought as he poked around a dilapidated building that looked about ready to crumble at a touch. But it
had been eerily quiet the two days he'd been here, too.
Still he kept a hand near his sword, just in case. If there were mages still here, chances were, they weren't stupid; they knew there were Mordecai in town on clean-up duty, so if they were smart, they'd be laying low.
It was only a matter of flushing them out.