Snippet #1117813

Selecs'Drah grunted, hefting his cleaver onto his shoulder as he lumbered down the trodden path towards a village of the Sea tribes. His wicked mouth formed a shockingly gentle smile as he visualized the village in his head. But it wasn't the village itself whom the Cronac was interested in, but it's residents. It had been long since he had laid eyes on Syilene, and he could only minorly recall her features. His heavy footsteps caused the ground beneath the large feet to shake whatever lie in the general vicinty. The charms around his neck jingled as well as his armor when her lurched forth each time. His scarred face would retake it's regular pitch, as he came upon the revelation that he was still a good week's travel from the location. There were roughly eight villages between his current location and his destination, and he'd probably have to make a stop at each one.

As he neared the next city, he would view it with an eye of scrutiny, as most people viewed him. The town wasn't perfect, but in all, still a town. Tad shaggy and ragged, but he had stayed in worse places. As he neared the place he could see that it was perhaps a Sercian town. At this, Drah groaned. Loudly. "Juuuust whaaat IIIII neeeeed. Biiird braaiiins." He said agitatedly. He had faced a few in his arena days, and they had brought nothing but trouble. Not to mention annoying. Their shortbows and hand crossbows left wounds that weren't leathal, but were painful and annoying. Like getting shot with a splinter. But he pressed on. Shelter was better than none. As he drew closer still, he could now see a few of them flying overhead. He secretly wondered what it was like to fly. But then he remembered that he weight about four-hundred more pounds than they probably did.

He finally reached the gates of the town, and peered around. He was right about one thing: most houses were shacks, and looked just a step above poverty. Others stared at he has he walked through the town, large cleaver resting on his shoulder. He would present to them a fake smile. It's not that he didn't like them, it was simply that he assumed they didn't like him. He would wonder around the place for a brief while, before finally stopping and asking a few Sercians.
"'Scuse me.... But do you know where I might get something to eat. Perhaps a place to stay, as well?" he asked kindly, dispite towering over the two.