Vincet - Greycobble Fountain
Vincent sat looking out the window of an abandoned building. Just one of many surrounding Greycobble Fountain, the plaza which had once been full of life now bleak and barren. Cracks marred the beauty of the plaza, while a large chunk of the fountain was missing. Water no longer flowed freely, and dirt and weeds had sprung up in its place. Vincent sat in the window of one of the buildings near his post at the exit of the plaza. This was supposed to be the place their target was to leave through when he passed by this way. Vincent held the map in his left hand, and a whetstone in his right, having pulled out the map one more time to finalize a plan of action once their target was in sight.
After marking a few more things for use later, he folded up his map and put it away in his bag. Vincent had tethered his horse downstairs and had given him a bag of feed to keep him settled until their hunt was over. Vincent grabbed the blade he had set aside and continued sharpening it, wanting it to cut through the Mage like he was butter. Vincent gazed out into the darkening sky, the last rays of sunlight hitting rooftops and creating jagged shadows in the plaza. When night fell, Vincent would have more fun than he had been able to have in a long time.
Vincent sat looking out the window of an abandoned building. Just one of many surrounding Greycobble Fountain, the plaza which had once been full of life now bleak and barren. Cracks marred the beauty of the plaza, while a large chunk of the fountain was missing. Water no longer flowed freely, and dirt and weeds had sprung up in its place. Vincent sat in the window of one of the buildings near his post at the exit of the plaza. This was supposed to be the place their target was to leave through when he passed by this way. Vincent held the map in his left hand, and a whetstone in his right, having pulled out the map one more time to finalize a plan of action once their target was in sight.
After marking a few more things for use later, he folded up his map and put it away in his bag. Vincent had tethered his horse downstairs and had given him a bag of feed to keep him settled until their hunt was over. Vincent grabbed the blade he had set aside and continued sharpening it, wanting it to cut through the Mage like he was butter. Vincent gazed out into the darkening sky, the last rays of sunlight hitting rooftops and creating jagged shadows in the plaza. When night fell, Vincent would have more fun than he had been able to have in a long time.