(I’ve skimmed the pas post, hopefully I don’t mess this into up to bad; so yeah)
Fenro Marketplace - Alabar, Branchwood
Fenro walked the small market place over and over again, his feet eventually coming to rest at one of the small stands. Small knickknacks cluttered the young woman’s table, as she yelled out prices, deal, and items. She paused to greet him, tossing her hair back as if all sales included a complimentary kiss from her. Looking her in he eyes he smiled, and turned away, his shyness getting he better of him. He enjoyed Peoples Company, but it unnerved him when they focused on him, it was like a never ending cycle of wanting to be noticed and accepted, but also wanting to be hidden and unnoticed. He supposed it stemmed from the shamefulness he felt for being an out cast, it made him feel naked and exposed, even when it was someone who didn’t know him or his past.
That’s the reason why being a guard of Branchwood was so great, the people new he was there, but avoided him as if he wasn’t. Their eyes purposefully averted from him for fear or dislike of his profession and assumed cruelty. He had jumped from job to job until now, he had never been fired from any of them, due to his diligence and hard work, but he had quit because of the awkward situations they put him in such as greeting guest, or serving customers. Now he had very little he had to say, just the occasional scuffle here and there.
The market began to clear as the day wore on the inhabitant needing to get back to their homes or business else where. He had already mad his round four more times than he needed to, and his shift was way past over. Unfortunate the reason why he had taken so manly walked around the market was because he dreaded going to the last area he had to patrol.
Taking a deep sigh he steeled himself for his last area to patrol. The Garbage Dump reeked of unnatural smell and tastes. From far away it seemed to burn your lungs, but as you got closer the smell practically obliterated your senses. There was always the possibility it was just him though, when he patrolled the dump it always left him with tears and a runny nose.
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Chaos,
better left disturbed
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