Arrow Lake I fled to the city with so much discounted.

The man called to whoever was of higher rank, and together they would sit. It took a whille — the conversation turning a little awkward due to the disquiet between them, but unlike the swarthy guardian, Larus was at peace with the quiet. He knew his story was a strange one; all he could hope was that his memory did not fluctuate too drastically the longer he lingered here. Perhaps if he was lucky he would know someone among the ranks — or better yet, have a place available to him for a restart of his life. So he sat and waited, his mind buzzing with anticipation.