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((OOC: Right now this is just being used as the reason Claudius isn't in Sundren while my computer is out of commission. I was going to use it while I was at Comic-Con but it felt too soon after creating Claudius. Also going to be used to put in the book entries Claudius has gathered from talking to people.))
Claudius stepped onto the wooden floor of his old master's house. He moved around slowly calling out to see if anyone was in the house. Claudius sniffed the air around himself. A faint smile appeared across his face. He could help but think it smelled the same as it did when he was a young apprentice here. Claudius' thought on the good times of his childhood. The goofy experiments his master would show him. How he became overjoyed any time his master even hinted at teaching him something. The thoughts flooded Claudius' mind. Then tears began to stream down his face. He found a seat and took it. His thoughts began to go over the funeral of his master.
After a few minutes Claudius managed to regain his composure. He leaned back in the chair with a sigh. "I should have told Cazen and Asliena that I was leaving and would be gone a few days.... I hope they can forgive me and I do hope they are alright," Claudius mumbled quietly to himself in the deadly silent house. Finally as if on a que of some sort, Popper, Claudius' faithful weasel, poked his head out of the pack Claudius kept him in. Claudius forced a smile across his face, "The things that happen to us, eh friend?" Claudius pet the weasel as it slowly fell asleep. Claudius finally began to fall asleep himself, the whole time his thoughts on his master and his friends, Asliena and Cazen.
Claudius stepped onto the wooden floor of his old master's house. He moved around slowly calling out to see if anyone was in the house. Claudius sniffed the air around himself. A faint smile appeared across his face. He could help but think it smelled the same as it did when he was a young apprentice here. Claudius' thought on the good times of his childhood. The goofy experiments his master would show him. How he became overjoyed any time his master even hinted at teaching him something. The thoughts flooded Claudius' mind. Then tears began to stream down his face. He found a seat and took it. His thoughts began to go over the funeral of his master.
After a few minutes Claudius managed to regain his composure. He leaned back in the chair with a sigh. "I should have told Cazen and Asliena that I was leaving and would be gone a few days.... I hope they can forgive me and I do hope they are alright," Claudius mumbled quietly to himself in the deadly silent house. Finally as if on a que of some sort, Popper, Claudius' faithful weasel, poked his head out of the pack Claudius kept him in. Claudius forced a smile across his face, "The things that happen to us, eh friend?" Claudius pet the weasel as it slowly fell asleep. Claudius finally began to fall asleep himself, the whole time his thoughts on his master and his friends, Asliena and Cazen.