Everywhere he went as of late, people just kept wanting to remind him of the world outside. Even his guild was starting to get on his case about it, and Raynauld had a sinking suspicion that if he discussed any of his life with his guild the end result would be the same as it was then.

No, the farther he stayed away from them right now, the better. Once they decided to stop asking questions that he didn't want to answer, he'd feel fine returning to working with them; If that meant swallowing the current negativity within endless fighting, then so be it. That would be the order of the day.

A monster hunted the frozen caves where the Kingslayer once kept vigil. A massive beast of rock and gem, digging through the terrane as if seeking something. It had to die, for it hurt the miners of Snowstead. And thus, it was going to leave this world. Dragging his mace behind him, Raynauld flung out a party invite to anyone in the vicinity, silently hoping that none of the Devils were around.

At this point, he'd take basically anyone else.

1/8 - nophica

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