At least Kellam was being directed, somewhere? His head was on a swivel as he found his way. Not that it was hard to find, the fairly direct path had been easy to follow, but Kellam wanted to see and experience everything. Not to mention the fact that he wanted to have all the paths and places memorised in his mind, just in case. Just in case of what you ask? Well, the possibilities were endless, and Kellam was always thinking ten steps ahead of where he was actually at.
Some doubts flittered through his mind as he approached the, uh, quaint little home. What if they didn’t have enough room for them all? They’d travelled so far for so long, through danger after danger to get there, if they got turned away it wouldn’t look good for him. Some of his people had wanted to stay in the Free Marches, they were tired and hadn’t wanted to continue the journey into Antiva. What would they say now, if they got turned away at the door?
With all his flaws, his mood often ping ponged between solving things with diplomacy and solving things with fear. Whispers entered his mind, the ungrateful sloths, every one of them. He was alone when it came to leading the people, a burden. No one could understand, no one could conceive of the work it went into leading them. He sighed and tried to block the thoughts from his mind, leaving a face etched with a combination of impatience and exhaustion. Maybe with a dash of ‘my time is more important than yours’ and a wee bit of ‘nothing you say will impress me much’.
He reached up and knocked firmly and loudly on the door. Fully expecting someone named Megara to answer, someone that would be total stranger to him. Someone he hoped would have the answers he needed. Was he a bit butt hurt he hadn’t been sent to the leader of the city, oh yes, in spades, but it wasn’t like he could just turn around now, nope he’d have to deal with whatever minion this was and hope she had the answers for him.
Some doubts flittered through his mind as he approached the, uh, quaint little home. What if they didn’t have enough room for them all? They’d travelled so far for so long, through danger after danger to get there, if they got turned away it wouldn’t look good for him. Some of his people had wanted to stay in the Free Marches, they were tired and hadn’t wanted to continue the journey into Antiva. What would they say now, if they got turned away at the door?
With all his flaws, his mood often ping ponged between solving things with diplomacy and solving things with fear. Whispers entered his mind, the ungrateful sloths, every one of them. He was alone when it came to leading the people, a burden. No one could understand, no one could conceive of the work it went into leading them. He sighed and tried to block the thoughts from his mind, leaving a face etched with a combination of impatience and exhaustion. Maybe with a dash of ‘my time is more important than yours’ and a wee bit of ‘nothing you say will impress me much’.
He reached up and knocked firmly and loudly on the door. Fully expecting someone named Megara to answer, someone that would be total stranger to him. Someone he hoped would have the answers he needed. Was he a bit butt hurt he hadn’t been sent to the leader of the city, oh yes, in spades, but it wasn’t like he could just turn around now, nope he’d have to deal with whatever minion this was and hope she had the answers for him.
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