Snippet #1691255

Out with the old, and in with the new, Treston thought. I have to do this, I have to become my own man, not just what is expected of me, and I can't do that if I stay. I also know if I go, they will just drag me back, what? What? I could. Could.
Well, I'm just.
Treston sits on his bed pondering his possibilities. Do I leave the kingdom? How would I know the struggles if I'm not here?
How do I stay and not be ordered back by my father? Can I change my looks enough, or dodge the watchful eyes on the street? I'll need a new wardrobe, new equiptment, new everything, guess I go shopping today.
Treston yawns, and begins to shake from the sudden chill he felt. Well for now I guess this will have to do, as he starts to don yet another black outfit.
He debates whether to go back to the other area, and grab his daggers, or too even keep them. No. Never know when or where they will come in to play.
Dark rings under his eyes, show it has been a long day, little sleep, still he is wired, amped by the fury, agony, and determination to make things right, as best he can.
Dressed now, Treston walks out of his room, then heads back in for money. "I can't very well." I hate when I start to say something out loud, I don't want anyone to know. After stuffing his pockets he heads back out and heads to the militia stationing area to speak to whom ever is in charge at the moment.