The wind mage sat on the hard ledge. His thoughts a torrent of confusion. He had found solace in the arms of Nuala, but the recent events weighed on his mind. Death and destruction brought to his home. His hand trailed up to his right shoulder. he rubbed the place of his tattoo, a new marking for the new era about to begin. A new home that awaited him. He gave a heavy sigh but something about it all seemed to make his shoulders lighter. A heavy burden unloaded. One that revealed more of the person he had lost touch with, beneath the responsibility he was given.
"Stop," a woman shuffled into the alley below him. Her legs wobbled as she held a knife out before her, clutched in trembling hands. A man stood behind her, gripped onto her shoulders, hiding. A group of three men with bats surrounded her. One tapping the bat on his leg as he closed the distance. The whiskey bottle dumpster bleeding the smell of alcohol out into the alley around them.
Kaz stood on the ledge, the wind sweeping across his feet. A faint breeze carried him upward and the mage dropped down behind the thugs. The couple staggered back and the woman's knife lowered.
The three men peaked over their shoulders. The wind kicked out around the mage and ruffled the garments and pile of bottles. "Who the hell are you."
Kaz remembered the countless times he'd proclaimed his rank and affiliation. The times he urged people to surrender and the many times they never did. All that had been ingrained in him over the years. All that had slowly faded like etchings ins stone weathered by time.
"I'm...just a concerned passerby."