Lucky, finished his last round as a fellow militia man would take the rest of the night. Lucifer hated the night shift, it was a bugger, Lucifer was planing on going hunting with his new rifle, it was one of the new inventions, but the Captain wanted Lucifer and 2 others to patrol around the city. When they were relieved the other 2 went to the tavern, Lucifer however ventured to his cabins on the outskirts of the city, Lucifer dossed his torch in a pond, and waited for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
Lucifer walked quietly, whistling a loud tune in his mouth as he walked back home, Lucifer looked forward to playing his lute when he got home, he had a tune going he wanted to try to play. He got that Lute last year for saving some older guys life, it was nice, and it was fun to play.
Lucifer once again stuck his cold hands in his pocket and felt the Crest, in his pocket, Lucifer pondered what it could be, Perhaps a relic from an ancient civilization, maybe something important, He already decided it was a little odd to just pawn it off. Lucifer played with it inside his pocket, and went back to concentrating on whistling a little tune. Lucifer noticed the light he left on as he walked through the path he made. Lucifer pulled out the crest and looked at it once more, Maybe this was one of those thing Old Man Itch talked about not messing with, being dangerous an all. But Lucifer's curiosity wouldn't be stopped by mere danger.