Snippet #1445901

Cailen had been awake for some time now, though it was still relatively early in the day. Then again, one never could get much sleep in the cold forest, always being "greeted" by the scum and bugs of the leafy and eerily warm surface. He walked quietly through the city of trees, each one like an apartment building, inhabited by countless creatures, shared by the small and large alike. Above he spotted a bobcat, lazing about in the branches o'er his head. The cat lifted its head, but soon lowered it into the warmth of its furry paws once more, as Cailen raised to of his fingers in a greeting to the young cat.

After a bit of walking, Cailen had finally come upon the city of Carmaine, having been out for one of his often all-night excursions into the deep dark, but not-so-dangerous woods. Reading the shadows of the meadow, Kale determined that it was approximately high noon, and that it was about time for him to return to his dojo. So the man entered the city walls, and nonchalantly flashed the guards his identification, for this was a regular thing for both he, and the guards currently on duty. Though Cailen had passed by the same men countless times in the last few months he's lived in Carmaine, he never quite bothered to learn their names. It seemed that Cailen didn't know the names of many people he saw frequently... yet they all seemed to know his. Be it that they never introduced themselves, or that he's infamously terrible with names and faces, Cailen didn't let the fact that he knew none of the people who claimed to be acquainted with him.

Strolling through the market, he took in the smells of freshly baked bread, and the sweet scent of a fruit peddler's stand, all the while greeting the hordes of faces that he didn't recognize, but somehow knew him. And it wasn't as if Cailen socialized often... He tried to stay away from social gatherings, and parties, knowing that he would be likely to get himself into trouble with the guards, again. Though as he wandered the winding alleys to his dojo, the bluish-white fabric around the ankles of his fighter's suit becoming dirtied with the soot and dust that lined the streets, Cailen heard a bit of a crash, and thump coming from the nearby bar. Talice's bar. One of the few men he knew, he knew in this bustling city.

Cailen soon poked his head through the tavern doors to see what was quite possibly escalating into a bar fight, consisting of regular soldiers, and a few new faces that he'd yet to see before today. Stepping in the rest of the way, Cailen dodged a renegade fist, whose owner didn't quite know where he was punching, and then grabbed the man's wrist, pushing him down into submission. "I suggest you calm down, lest things get ugly in here." Cailen spoke down to the man, and released him. "Talice won't let you back in if you're starting fights, you know."

"Kale... Well, I'd fight back but I don't exactly feel like being humiliated today." spoke the soldier, who obviously had a previous run-in with the local martial artist. "I'm calm..." he added with a sneer.

"The same goes to you, Boyd." called Kale, across the room to the man poised to strike a young woman at the bar. "I don't think Tal likes it when people fight in here," repeated Cailen, approaching the man, his hand placed firmly on his katana's hilt, "And I certainly don't like when 'big bad soldiers' try to beat on innocent young women. Lower your hand."