Matthias was wandering through the streets of a brand new city. He had been told by his ffather that he needed to travel the world to become more of a man, whatever that ment. his father had always been so strict always wanting him to be the best warrior and a eader but MAtthias just had no interest in that kind of thing, he had earned to ight because he didn't have a choice but his prefered weapon was a quartestaf hardly the most lethal of tool. When he had developed his power to heal that had been the final straw he had stopped training as a fighter and started training as a healer, as a resut he had been kicked out of the house and told not to return until he had more of an appreciation for everything his father had tried to teach him
Connlaoth had some o the most advanced healing in the whole world so it had seemed like a natural first stop for him, unfortunatly people with any kind of powwer no mater how benevolent were killed on sight so he couldn't use his magic at all without alerting one of those blasted Mordecai that seemedto be everywhere. All in all it had been a pretty dissapointing trip so far. So here he was using his quarterstaff as a wlaking stick dressed in simple looking cloths with a pack on his back containing a tent, bedroll, a change of clothes, his armour, and what small amount of food he had left.
At the moment he was looking for somewhere to stay or somewhere he might be able to work as an apothecary and as such he wasn't paying any attention to where e was going and walked smack into someone. He stablued back and said a hasty apology before looking up, the man was in thick robes which conceled most of his features except or a pair of glowing red eyes. "Sorry, my fault i wasn't watching were i was going." He said with a smile before noticig a guard moving quickly in their direction shouting to stop. Matthias froze thinking somehow they had found out and looked at the person he had walked into competely unsure of what he was supposed to do.
