Keda walked in a small anique place. Though it seemed abandond and very little people were there, he enjoyed the quiet air from the outside glares. Maybe there was a kind soul who could be just as nice as him, like the other two he had met, they were kind, one was even to say cute. Would he meet another today?
He picked up a cute little figurine of a wolf and put it back, finding chairs to sit in, maybe read a book or something. He'd love to get his knowlege up a bit more, maybe even think about old times, but even still, he waited there as he sat down, his hawk still on his shoulder, soon hopping down to his lap and laying against him. His lean figure all too familiar to her.
Keda laughed and grabbed a book that lay next to him on a small table, the clirk keeping an eye on him. Just because he was a killer, he knew how to act civil and knew what to do in a city, it was to behave and listen/follow the rules there. As he began to read he would look up eachtime a bell would ring indicating someone leaving or entering; it was a habit.
He picked up a cute little figurine of a wolf and put it back, finding chairs to sit in, maybe read a book or something. He'd love to get his knowlege up a bit more, maybe even think about old times, but even still, he waited there as he sat down, his hawk still on his shoulder, soon hopping down to his lap and laying against him. His lean figure all too familiar to her.
Keda laughed and grabbed a book that lay next to him on a small table, the clirk keeping an eye on him. Just because he was a killer, he knew how to act civil and knew what to do in a city, it was to behave and listen/follow the rules there. As he began to read he would look up eachtime a bell would ring indicating someone leaving or entering; it was a habit.