Out of the Shadows » Places

         From his private, three story home near the outskirts of Ortsa, Zerath looked out towards downtown. It was early morning. There was a pending task that came in earlier this week, a request to kill a stubborn, lower level politician. He was the Department Head of Human Resources, and he was debating whether to push forward the idea or not. The reward was 15,000 Credits, however, and there was nothing wrong with making more money, except for the fact there's been assassination attempts on him.

His room up on the third floor had a blue carpet and tan walls with different paintings hung on the wall. The only other people who had a room up there was his adviser and the Seer, who were roommates. Everyone else had their own seperate, smaller rooms on the second floor. Having advice and being able to see the future were important in his decision-making process. An elaborate dresser was in the corner, and a fireplace right in his bedroom, and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There was a coffee table next to his dresser with some newspapers and mailed letters on it, and his sword and holster lay on his bed. Additionally, three chairs sat by his window outlooking to the rest of. How is he supposed to maintain income and push his Caste into mainstream society at the same time? It was paradoxical...

"Hmmm... Where are they...?" he said to himself, going to step into the hall. He opened his door, and looked down the corridor. "Keiron! Lucia! Come into my room!" he called out. He scratched his arm before deciding to return to his room. He sat in a grand cloth chair, next to the window. He looked out from his room once again, awaiting their arrival.



Keiron was sitting in his bed, trying to think as it was less chaotic in the slow mornings. He looked from his full size bed to the one across the room. A leather band was on his chest, going from his shoulder and stretching around to his side opposite the shoulder. He had red pants on with a tattered blue cloth belt, tied to a gold ring.

"Already... what is it now?" he said more to himself, discontentedly, but loud enough that Lucia could hear. He stood up, flinging his blanket back onto his bed. "Well, you heard him, Lucia..." Keiron was not fond of calling people by their titles. He rubbed his eyes. Just another day at work. Just another day hating my job, Keiron thought. He coughed some. If only I wasn't so valuable, he thought.