9th of Summer, 514
The Tempest scion arose from the caress of sleep, nightmares of the murder he had committed in the Spring season having mingled with the entrenching haunts of the pod's decimation. Little by little, the latter was fading away, though it plagued him deeply, leaving bitterness set upon the mouth of the eldest remaining, blooded Tempest. It burned into him, turning solitude into torture, turning life into an ever present journey for distraction. And during the walk (for Tydus absolutely refused to ride a horse) to the Rattling Chains, he was given time to think, though an eye remained upon his surroundings. The Sea of Grass was a danger... one could easily be consumed.
Thoughts raced through his brain regarding the ever-shifting state of his existence, the mottled alcohol steeping into him from the night before present and burning within him, but he saw it as little more than a reason to continue forward, instead. Distraction was the only reprieve from despair, and Tydus sought it in whichever way he could obtain it. Syna paved her way through the sky as the journey progressed, Tydus taking to running in certain spots when he discovered an open expanse and animals residing within. Tydus knew not how to survive in the wilderness, but such a short distance, a mere bells walking, was secured by Riverfall, for the road Tydus walked, while non-existence, showed signs of being tread.
The grass was sparse and matted to the floor, showing a trail that over time, grew into itself, permanently securing itself to the floor. The Tempest noticed this and wondered to himself just how steady the supply of slaves was that went into Riverfall. Hooves and footsteps alike marked the road, and other, hideously marred and unidentifiable tracks that the Tempest observed but had no capacity to lead into and learn from.
The Tempest decided to sprint when he saw the Rattling Chains' entrance, a single, grotesquely decorated tree marking as its signpost. The place looked almost like a mine, a single trail remaining from the various that Tydus could and could not see, the surface dilapidated due to the stretch of time, but Tydus had no complaint.
This sort of place was not meant to be pleasant.
Tydus was, by his own journey, led into the mouth of what looked to be an extremely old, abandoned mine. But, this was not what he had been told about the place. He had obviously made it to the wrong entrance, and after several chimes of fumbling about, the Tempest finally encountered the face of the camp. Several mercenaries looked upon the Tempest with a fixed glare, but before they could speak, the Tempest did,
"I'm here to buy a slave, lads. Was told that a certain Meddin Flint would take my business? Or Decath Rhodes? Caelum, the proprietor of the Alements, told me to arrive on his behalf."
The Tempest took care to carefully assess the reactions of each of the mercenaries in turn, djed beginning to well within his throat if the need arose to employ Hypnotism.
Tydus was not in a place where he could afford to make a mistake.
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