Malachai sighed as he walked through the dead streets of Baska. He'd been to this town more than once and almost all times it had been dead. It seemed lineal the life was in Orchidia for one reason or another, but Chai understood completely why that was the case. In fact, it was safe to say that Malachai had enjoyed the peace in Baska, it gave him room to think about things he hand't pondered on in a while. Like what was his true purpose in Phantom Lord? Granted his ideals would be deemed "evil" or maleficent by someone who didn't understand, he wasn't actually a bad person like most of his peers. Many of his guild mates were dark hearted and has a passion for crime, but Malachai was a man who was the exact opposite. He wanted to help people, he was kind and caring- he just wanted to destroy the magic council and the government of Fiore to recreate it. As of now Fiore was under a Monarchy, meaning he had no real voice in this country. His hate for the council was too deep because they are the reason his parents are no longer alive. Things began to make sense as the young Desiertian walked towards the graveyard. Right. Phantom Lord will be much easier to work with. Sometimes he had to remind himself why he was a member of the dark guild.
With his hands in his pocket, the wind picked up slightly, creating a chilling breeze that managed to slip through his jacket. A slight shiver was sent down the white haired mans spine. At this moment he was making his way to the graveyard he was supposed to be finding the skull of a certain skeleton at. With this being his third day in Baska, he had done quite a few small quests here and there. Per usual someone heard of him through one of his previous clients probably and requested his assistance for a good amount of money. To be quite honest, Chai hadn't even met the client face to face. A letter was delivered to his room back at the inn he was staying in and here he was. From the sound of his given directions, the client seemed like someone creepy. Malachai didn't think too hard about who he was working for though. As long as he was getting paid and didn't have to kill a child, old lady or innocent woman than he was pretty much fine with the work he found. Graveyards and other rather creepy settings never frightened the man of phantom Lord. Oddly enough he was able to see beauty in death. To him, graveyards were rather poetic. They symbolized the need for humans to hold onto those dear to them even after they were gone. Although their bodies no longer held their souls, somehow they seemed important to people. Malachai was a fan of cremation. It saved space for the earth and just seemed more of a purer way to send off loved ones.