- Jun 21, 2019
- Marital Status
- Character Profile
There was no greater relief for him other than simply standing in his city's main road again. While he wasn't lost or gone for all too long, the journey was just strange for him. Not to mention the nightmare of facing those lunatics in Nal Sur and having to ask a werewolf chief to get him back home. But here he was. A few new scars and wounds, the most prominent being the faded bite marks on the back of his neck, the tiny scratches on his face, as well as the stitched up holes in his shoulder, calf and side. But he was alive and he was home.
And he knew she would probably struggle to believe it.
The news of the attack had gotten around in the last few weeks. She would have heard about it, and given her tendency to freak out she would have immediately assumed the worst. He was glad to prove her wrong in this instance. He stood in the road with a backpack slung over a shoulder. His sword and bolter was tied to it. The grandmaster won't be impressed by the fact that he destroyed his armour but it was fine. He would understand.
He finally found the will to walk forward. For some reason he was nervous. What would she say? How would she react? Was she even home? A ton of questions and worries swirled in the back of his head. He slowly made his way towards his home. Their home. He lost his key when he had to abandon his gear in Nal Sur. Which meant his second suit was also lost. Hopefully the Watchers will help pay for all that armour...
Finally in front of his door, his right hand lifted to knock while his left held onto the strap of his bag. But there was some hesitation in his action. He finally took a breath then knocked firmly on the door. He hoped she was home...