Role

Chapter 19

"-Hum de dum de dum..."
Thalric hummed the little tune to himself as he retrieved another bottle from the
clerk before him, handing over a silver coin in exchange. Wrapping it into some
cloth he replaced it into his knapsack and exited the wine shop with a smile on his
lips.
"-Glorius day I say! Now where did I put that map... ah, there. Let's see now..."

He was soon on the road again, trudging along but during the last months something
more sinister had invaded his mind, and he didn't like it one bit. It was irritation,
frustration and sometimes outright anger that even though he was just a traveler
there seemed to be people who wished for nothing else than his head.
Those centurions were becoming more and more prominent on the roads he wanted to head
down and even though he so far had been able to mostly avoid them, it still irked him
greatly that they would force him to go around when he had his goal so clear in mind.

His goal... yes... what was it really? He just wanted to travel, see things, experience
new and exciting events, but the world was forcing itself upon him. Making him adapt.
Forcing him into submission. So far, he didn't really mind, he had gotten around easily
enough. But things were becoming more and more difficult and... well. Perhaps it was
time to give the world a good fistshake and help it out a little, so it'd leave him be.