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The recent weeks without food had turned Larando into a desperate man. He hadn't seen the sun since retreating to the sewers beneath Sundren. It had been a time of meditation. He had given some serious thought to his recent failed plans that had driven him into hiding.
This contemplation was only a small part of the madness that seemed to overwhelm him now. He had managed to relinquish most of his hatred for Tamryn for her interuption in his plans. And Kathryn Blake became only an afterthought of a sour taste Vader's plan had left in his mouth. When hunger begins to drive a person, fear loses its place. And such was the way wih Larando. No longer did his fear lead him into hiding, but his hunger drove him to confront those he had once fled.
It wasn't that Larando didn't still fear being captured or taunted or even hunted and killed (though his paranoia had eased greatly). He just stayed ready to attack rather than defend or flea. If I preempt the attack, then there's really not much to worry over, was his reasoning.
Larando shielded his eyes as he emerged from the sewers into the hustle and bustle of Sundren City life. He began to remove his mask he'd been wearing as a disguise. Then, noticing that people were beginning to stare at him, he left it be, resting on his face. A fine sight I must be, he thought to himself. And a fine smell I'm sure to be putting off. Better I go and clean myself before I let known who I am...though I am hungry! His mind won the struggle, though only for a short time, he knew. He was able to get himself cleaned. Unfortunately, he had to burn his clothes and get some new robes.
It didn't take him long to realize that nobody seemed at all interested in him. How bizarre, he thought. No one even cares. All the time I've spent down there, the things I've had to endure, the things I've had to eat...he let the thought trail off in rememberance of something he didn't want to think on. I should stay calm, and haven't even seen anyone from the Triumvirate. Besides, he wasn't in the mood to be angry. He really only wanted food.
Larando, clean and smelling human again, trekked into the throng of people in search of food and allies.
This contemplation was only a small part of the madness that seemed to overwhelm him now. He had managed to relinquish most of his hatred for Tamryn for her interuption in his plans. And Kathryn Blake became only an afterthought of a sour taste Vader's plan had left in his mouth. When hunger begins to drive a person, fear loses its place. And such was the way wih Larando. No longer did his fear lead him into hiding, but his hunger drove him to confront those he had once fled.
It wasn't that Larando didn't still fear being captured or taunted or even hunted and killed (though his paranoia had eased greatly). He just stayed ready to attack rather than defend or flea. If I preempt the attack, then there's really not much to worry over, was his reasoning.
Larando shielded his eyes as he emerged from the sewers into the hustle and bustle of Sundren City life. He began to remove his mask he'd been wearing as a disguise. Then, noticing that people were beginning to stare at him, he left it be, resting on his face. A fine sight I must be, he thought to himself. And a fine smell I'm sure to be putting off. Better I go and clean myself before I let known who I am...though I am hungry! His mind won the struggle, though only for a short time, he knew. He was able to get himself cleaned. Unfortunately, he had to burn his clothes and get some new robes.
It didn't take him long to realize that nobody seemed at all interested in him. How bizarre, he thought. No one even cares. All the time I've spent down there, the things I've had to endure, the things I've had to eat...he let the thought trail off in rememberance of something he didn't want to think on. I should stay calm, and haven't even seen anyone from the Triumvirate. Besides, he wasn't in the mood to be angry. He really only wanted food.
Larando, clean and smelling human again, trekked into the throng of people in search of food and allies.
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