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Grey, Catacombs

Grey shook his head, pressing onward through the dank catacombs with a sigh. His life had been... Well, one couldn't really call it interesting... He had been around for the previous several months, training, honing his skills. He attempted to learn of himself, but got nowhere. The small amount of free time he had allotted to the library had proven... fruitless. Though in truth he didn't spend a great deal of time there, for he had his duties to distract him. He had done a fair amount of work for his employer that he'd felt was... iffy. He would generally be sent to a location to kill everything there. Now, he wasn't a mercenary (He didn't really think of himself as one, anyway), he preferred to preserve as opposed to destroy, the pleasant thrill of battle notwithstanding. But he had been able to justify his actions on the grounds that he had been eliminating threats to the safety of not just the college, but all the lands in general. Monsters, thieves, bandits, murderers.

The process was simple: First, head to the target area. Second, eliminate all targets. Third, use the provided communication rune to speak of his success. Four, wait for a college wagon to help load any valuables or escort any living captives to safety. Still... unpleasant work, but sometimes 'raid and loot a bandit camp' was really the best way to help the people. He had made some coin, but nothing really notable. He'd spent a fair amount of it on a certain... project he'd been working on at the smithy, but aside from that he didn't spend it on much. He'd  realized he hadn't really talked to anyone for very long for the past several months, not after making an ass at himself with that diplomat. Still, he'd returned from one of the aforementioned 'extermination' assignments of his only to be given a new task: Lucilia had apparently worried for the safety of a girl by the name of Colette, who was going to have to protect her. Soft spot for women notwithstanding, Grey had been told that she was heading on an assignment that was to take place near the ravine... not a good place for anyone. So, she would possibly need it, even though Tyrael was there too, apparently. 

So he agreed, headed to the library to acquire a map, and was now... horribly lost. The poor quality of the map, coupled with the terrible lighting and his missing eye made reading the thing... difficult. He groaned, looking through the bundle of pages for a moment and sighing... This was hopeless. Or... was it. He heard... sounds. Sounds of battle. He groaned some, that was never a good thing to hear under any circumstances. He tucked the maps away as he drew his blade and his shield, charging toward the fray... It was time to test this 'weapon of the gods'. 

Well, he tried to. He had in reality entered the catacombs at roughly the same time as the college group, just at a different entrance... and his wanderings had carried him to entirely different places with his apparently eighty years outdated map. He rushed forward, noting a cracked wall ahead of him, green light from the fairy fire filtering through. He heard the sounds of struggle on the other side, so he sped up. He called upon the power within him, that strange burst of overwhelming strength he'd simply dubbed 'Might' for its similarities to a spell. The runes burned beneath his flesh, bright light cast from beneath his skin as he charged through the wall... And into some sort of... hound creatures? Rubble and his body crushed a few of them, the sudden surprise of it causing the horde to stop for just a precious few moments to allow him to get his bearings.

He stood, raising his shield and looking around to see... Naga? And- "Ssarak?" He asked in confusion, although he was quickly distracted when the hounds got their shit together and one leaped at him. He saw it, however, and smacked he creature away with his shield as he turned to face the threat, helping Ssarak and the Naga beat back the hounds. "What in the god's names did I miss?!" He called, neatly decapitating a hound as he waded forward...
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