Tha' Fallen

[Gold]

In the dark of night the Vulture roams as death spreads through his home land. Even if it felt empty, even if certain people only showed up when they needed something, it was a home he enjoyed. Red sand, the smell of copper and sea water. He treks to the Forger's tent and tosses down a Sinka Flower. If it wasn't for this Clan Leader, he would be in a shanty town that'd pass in the next sandstorm. He doesn't look hurt, only dropping a flower in respect.

"Tha ball's on ya, to go der ta die. couldn't be me."

He has some other things to say, but they remain in his mind. There's no room for empathy in a bandit, but respect is paid where its due.

To Ilburgs future.