It had been nearly half a year since the onset of the mage war. Reajh was virtually weeded out of whatever was left of mages and magic users alike, having taken them up north, to camps suited with iron, well sealed within a mountain fortress in the Kilanthro mountain range. He, having seen first hand, some of the atrocities of this war, found himself at a war with himself as to his current position in aiding the cause. He was still a knew recruit, and only had a handful of experiences under his belt, but now that he was actually reassigned back into one of the cities to help 'keep the peace'; he felt himself become increasingly more guilty for it. And he was beginning to question everything this war to preserve Connlaoth stood for.
So he was happy when he was finally given some time to himself. Summer had long past, and a cold winter had set over Connlaoth, and Matron's Hallow was exceptionally chilly that day, a cold front having swept in from the north. He felt icicles in his nose and hair as he shivered and moved down the street. He hadn't a clue as to where he wanted to go on his week off from duty, but his boots carried him through town in a hurry, boots crunching into hard snow.
Perhaps he should pick up another scarf or better gloves, but he knew he had to be careful with whatever money he spent. He had, after all, wanted to send home some of the earnings he had made back to his family at the farm.He wondered how they were fairing and contemplated purchasing some paper, quill and ink when he rounded the bend, he heard some sort of commotion coming from down the way.
At first, he didn't pay much attention to it- that was, until he thought he heard a young lady asking for help. Raising his head, he noticed two rather gruff looking guards surrounding a young woman, and at first, he was surprised to see how they were treating her. Having already forgotten the mage laws were in order, and just becoming blatantly sick of what they represented, turning men into cut and dry beasts, forcing them to ignore propriety to preserve order, he tore forward and shouted back at the guards.
"That's enough!" His voiced echoed across the way, the men hearing it and turning around, arching their brows at the man.
"What do you want, soldier?" the large man sneered.
The other, taller, more gangly fella, turned to look at Killian as well. He had rat like features on his face as he bared his bucked teeth at the boy in a cold grin.
"This here is the matters of state. She was trying to steal, she was!"
Killian growled as the men seemed to ignore him.
"I think you've forgotten there is martial law. Soldiers hold the orders here. Let that woman go."
The men looked to one another, their faces furrowing, for they too, have become aggravated over the changes being made to rid the cities of mages. However, it was the larger man that gestured to the rat like one to hold up.
"Fine.." he said, grabbing onto the girl and tossing her at Killian. He made a grunt, barely managing to catch her in his arms. "She's yours to handle. Come on, Phil. Let's check out the streets in the south before my nose freezes off."
Killian watched as the men leave, glaring daggers at their back side before looking down at the young woman and inquiring, "Are you ok?" His blue eyes holding concern as small flakes of snow fell between them.