It didn't matter what she said at this point; François was hurt. He didn't want to be dragged back into the loathsome days he sought to leave behind, and yet they didn't want to let go of him. With a heavy sigh, he got up from the bench and started flying through the masses that were strolling to and fro. All he wanted right now was to be alone... Turning a corner into an alley, the gryphon saw a face that he had not seen in years.
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The city of Uthlyn for Ollovico was an astounding place. When he had first arrived a few days prior, he almost immediately started walking around, looking at everything there was to be seen; so much so that he had forgot to ask where an inn was. Not that it mattered much to him... Except for the fact that after a few days, he was horribly lost. With a chuckle, he looked up at where he was: the middle of an old alleyway.
"Fie! I now see that mine unwillingness to seek direction hath garnered me a place in the low halls of idiocy. Ere this day is done, a street I do not know there shall be none...." He said with a light laugh. Clearly, his situation did not dampen his disposition. Turning around to leave the alley, he almost ran right into someone he had not laid eyes on in years.
"Doth mine eyne deceive my mind?! François! Comment vas tu, mon ami?! " he exclaimed with a hearty laugh. It had been so long since he had last seen his friend; maybe they'd be able to catch up over some drinks. François, however, merely moved right past him. What hath darkened François' brow this day?
