Snippet #1238816

With his hood up, Rethyn looked like any other commoner during the colder seasons. His long linen cloth was passed down to him when his father left. The coat only gained its hidden additions through Rethyn himself. Within the coat Rethyn had only brought along the four poisoned needles and several matches. He knew when he left his flaming shop that he was under supplied, and currently he didn't care in the slightest. He knew he could be resourceful enough in the future to get by.

Pushing past many others wearing clothes almost identical to his own, Rethyn finally made it to the large and beautiful Gates of Fangotha. For reasons Rethyn guess were the dragons fault, there stood three extra armed guards at the large gates. Amongst the five guards only one of them seemed to be wearing a heavier armor set. Rethyn then understood he was of highest rank due to that small detail. He as well was the only guard with a sword and shield as well as a spear. The rest were in lighter armor with only spears and no helms. Like any other civilian wishing to leave the capital, Rethyn walked up to the guard by the lever and asked politely,

"Permission to exit the city on the account of resource gathering for my shop? Due our recent events I need to travel to Redstone and meet up with my family, and-"

"Understood citizen, but before you go anywhere show me your face...I don't speak to ratty cloaks." The guard said, cutting off Rethyn forcefully.

Looking up slowly, for about a moment the red eyes of Rethyn met the blues of the guard’s eyes. Suddenly, the guard’s eyes widened and without warning Rethyn felt a blow to the face. Feeling the force of the pain carry through his jaw and through him, he found himself on the ground. With that, everything started to flicker out as he felt hands upon his wrists.

Within another flash, he felt light force its way into his eyes as his hood was yanked off from his head. Something had become tight around his hands which happen to have been placed behind his back. To his left and his right he saw blurred images of the two guards from the gate. Both of them had their arms latched onto his as the forcefully held him up and moved him along.

Not too far off in the distance, Rethyn thought he saw the castle become closer and closer as he was moved along.