The brunette was following behind his short companion, walking through the streets of Hargeon and moving very quickly towards the outskirts. News of Orchidia getting attacked was certainly unexpected, as sudden as anything could be. Therefore the decision to join in on the battle, well, it was last minute and quite frankly very rash. Idran would be the type do such things. That was just part of the man’s character. Adriano though? He almost couldn’t believe it himself.
But memories of the past never ceased to keep appearing. Fire, bodies, fire, bodies, cloaks, his mother dead on the—
No. Stop the thoughts. There was no need to go that deep, no need.
He wasn’t sure of the cause, wasn’t sure if there would be cultists behind it or not. He highly doubted that would be the case, but one could never be too sure in this beautifully terrifying world. A small part of Adriano hoped that the demons and the figures of his nightmares (the cultists) were unrelated, especially when he could already feel his blood boiling, red and hot. He took in a deep breath and then slowly released it. Calm down.
Ah, now they were finally getting close to Dahlia. That was good, there was still plenty of daylight and that would be enough to pass through and get to Magnolia, hopefully. He’s never tried being in Dahlia when the moon was high, and based on the stories he’s heard in the past, he would not try just yet anyhow. But yet was the keyword, for there was a curiosity within him that he knew would have to be sated eventually. Maybe once he became stronger, he would return and witness the ghosts and vampires with his own two eyes.
Regardless, the danger didn’t stop him from admiring the city’s architecture in broad daylight. He kept his walking pace brisk, but his eyes were hungry, soaking everything in around him. Unfortunately, they had somewhere to be, so they did not stay long.
Not much time passed until Magnolia came into view, causing Adriano’s stomach to do flips from all the stress. Fighting. Killing? Would he have to? The mage’s jaw locked and his green eyes narrowed. No, he refused, he’d only subdue them, force the demons to a point where they had no other options. Idran could deal with anything that resulted in death.
Speaking of his companion, perhaps Adriano should stop occupying himself with his own thoughts so often. He was positive that if Idran were to be speaking to him during the entirety of their journey, he wouldn’t have heard a word. Oops.
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[Exit.]