OOC: For
@DragonSong
He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders, lips sagging over the idea he was getting
older. Though still seemingly in his prime, his life's work was definitely taking a toll on his body in more ways than he'd like to admit.
Days without sleep, days without end... He was always on his guard, vigilante in his duties to preserve the promised land of Ansgar, his law, and the Great Changes his Grand Duke was ushering forth. Though most couldn't see past the blood shed, this war was a necessary evil, that only a war god like Ansgar could bless.
Connlaoth had suffered greatly, too many years pocked with scarring attacks by the villainous mages. Sure, Ansgar set rules against those with magic, but those who had the 'taint' were as human as the rest-
And men were prone to mistakes. And men were prone to greed.
It was a surprise the Grand Duke assigned him to anything but a watch within the palace grounds itself, but this week, he proposed that Zannrick himself do a personal sweep and surveillance in the city. Although he bristled at such an idea, he'd never refuse the Grand Duke's order- even as he knew a certain woman, a potential
mage remained in the palace.
But the Grand Duke had other dogs to help him, other mordecai almost as well trained as he. Perhaps for this he walked with a stick up his ass, and briskly, as he mad his way across the Bridge of Men from the palace front gates and into Reah.
It was a long bridge, full of merchants from the city, as well as street entertainers, and usually beggars. Ever since the war had begun, it seemed the number begging on the street had risen, and though he could see those suffering from the corner of his eyes, he kept those ice blue eyes forward, marching onward and with purpose and pride.