His journey was long and arduous to say the very least. Forced to travel to the Sol continent to hunt down several blood mages. He was one of the best of the Templars in the circle, and they were more than happy to send him down...he setting sun reflected off of his dark, warpainted skin. His trusty steed, Josley picked at the flowers and plants on the ground, feeding. He still had a day's journey to the Citadel, and night was approaching fast. Even as a proud Templar with elite training, he still feared the creatures of the night. Cursed spiders, wolves...people....there was a small town coming up, a town he had no inclination to learn the name of...he spurred his steed down the hill's well traveled path, tearing it away from it's momentary rest...
He had been tasked with the hunting and elimination of thirteen bloodmages that had been capturing and sacrificing multiple humans of Sol for their rituals in the name of demons. They had hidden themselves just outside the city of mars in the barren red land using a small cave system to cower in. Many of the other templars they had sent did nothing but die and fail to send word back that they had died. It was but another service to the circle and his Templar master, one that he gratefully enjoyed. He would never admit it openly, but bathing in the blood of a mage inspired such an...ecstasy in him...it would bee deemed sick, wrong, something that a mass murderer would dream of. But to Canderous, it was something different that he couldn't put his finger on. Whenever he saw a mage, his mandibles would twitch and he would feel a heavy anger in his stomach...it was how he was raised, he guessed. Growing up with an intense hatred for mages and their ilk.
Making it to the bottom of the hill, he rode his steed into the small town he had seen earlier, there were many of many species here, a trading post from the looks of it. There were a few taverns here, more than the average of one for a small town like this, so definitely a post for trading goods and resupplying on a journey to the citadel. The road he traveled was one that had a deep rut in it from the amount of travelers. Thousands walked it every year. He made his way to the front of a tavern and hitched his steed, which looked at him disapprovingly. Josley knew that she didn't need a hitch, but also knew that it was law. Canderous made his way inside to rest for the night. Thankfully, the Tavern he was using was always open for Templars because of their work.