TIMESTAMP: Earth's Rest 30, Ash 122
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The further along Ash progressed, the more wary did Moon Jae-Seong feel. Did he have a reason to be? Not exactly. His stay in the city thus far had been relatively peaceful for what it was. There was political unrest to be sure, but that was what he expected given the fact that Talon was as yet still missing and the nobles continued to bicker amongst themselves about the upcoming succession. To what degree he could, the swordsman avoided being involved– but there is only so much one can really do in that regard when one is tied by blood to house Novalys.
Regardless of that, his intuition told him that the worst was yet to come and he simply could not shake the feeling no matter what he did. Obnoxious, really, because what did intuition without knowledge offer? If this ill portent even was accurate, there was little he could even do at this rate. That being the case, there was little joy to be found in complacency of late.
If ever he tried to relax, his thoughts would be marred with worry. So instead, he chose to keep himself busy with whatever he could around the city. Easy enough, as things are. He did, however, find himself thoroughly nonplussed any time anyone recognized him. The man possessed little desire to be acknowledged for his status, so when people attempted to do so, he would either lie or excuse himself from the situation.
And as such, he oft found himself in the lower city. In particular, he'd linger 'round the docks, normally the least populated parts thereof, and fish. Having no real need for money, he didn't bother to sell anything he caught and would end up just giving it to people without much thought. This day was no different. The sun had just barely begun to rise over a city blanketed by fog when he'd arrived at a more outlying area of the docks with the desire to be left alone.
Given the area and time of day, few others were around if at all. Focused on the water and what he was doing, the man was paying little attention to ought else.
Regardless of that, his intuition told him that the worst was yet to come and he simply could not shake the feeling no matter what he did. Obnoxious, really, because what did intuition without knowledge offer? If this ill portent even was accurate, there was little he could even do at this rate. That being the case, there was little joy to be found in complacency of late.
If ever he tried to relax, his thoughts would be marred with worry. So instead, he chose to keep himself busy with whatever he could around the city. Easy enough, as things are. He did, however, find himself thoroughly nonplussed any time anyone recognized him. The man possessed little desire to be acknowledged for his status, so when people attempted to do so, he would either lie or excuse himself from the situation.
And as such, he oft found himself in the lower city. In particular, he'd linger 'round the docks, normally the least populated parts thereof, and fish. Having no real need for money, he didn't bother to sell anything he caught and would end up just giving it to people without much thought. This day was no different. The sun had just barely begun to rise over a city blanketed by fog when he'd arrived at a more outlying area of the docks with the desire to be left alone.
Given the area and time of day, few others were around if at all. Focused on the water and what he was doing, the man was paying little attention to ought else.
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