It hadn't been all that long since Zephri had returned from his weekend adventure in the elven medieval world. Naturally, he'd opted to do as he always did and move forward from it. And to most people he seemed to be fine, even after having the prognosis that he would eventually become a statue. It was fine, living on the edge was in some ways the Barathos way. He wasn't afraid of dying, he really wasn't afraid of much of anything.
There were still a few things that were bothering him about what happened. Things he hadn't really confided in anyone up to this point, not even his clan mates. He huffed and sat on the edge of the roof, he liked watching the people down below him, not to mention it was quiet up there. Made it good for thinking.
@Big Jeffe
There were still a few things that were bothering him about what happened. Things he hadn't really confided in anyone up to this point, not even his clan mates. He huffed and sat on the edge of the roof, he liked watching the people down below him, not to mention it was quiet up there. Made it good for thinking.
@Big Jeffe