Open Just Another Day in Avanthal

[Sylvane Argent]

Quietly, but with a great deal of force, the door to the hold was forced open, shoving the snow blocking it to the side. A boy no older than 17 quickly stormed out. Well, as quickly as he could forcing his way through the thick layer of snow blocking his path. And they wondered why he didn't like it here. Sighing softly, he continued towards his destination, ignoring both the curious and annoyed looks that came his way. He couldn't help it if he was tired of this place, and since he was stuck here, the least they could let him do was sulk about it. It wasn't that he didn't like the people here. They were all nice enough and, luckily enough for him, more than willing to give up their Mizas with the proper persuasion. It was just... not the right place for him. He just simply didn't like it. He didn't like the snow, the ice, the ambivalence of the people, not even the architecture. He was just whining now, though, and he mentally berated himself for it. He had a job to do and this wasn't part of it. His dark eyes gazed around for an easy target. Plenty of people were out today with the weather being an oh-so-lovely high of 15 degrees, but there were no wealthy women as far as he could see. Eventually, a well-dressed Vantha woman happened to pass by, and Sylvan hoped for a moment that she might be a fair target. Unfortunately for him, she was not alone. Sighing again, Sylvan wondered if he could manage to hypnotize that woman's friend into letting him con money out of her. Probably not, he assumed. As it looked to be another unfruitful day, Sylvan contented himself by leaning against one of the few walls that were not made of ice and watching the decidedly uninteresting people pass by.