Adrastos walked the streets letting his gaze venture from shop to shop. Although not clad in his armor, the people still recognized him for who and what he was, his size and build where unmistakable. Times of peace left Adrastos weary and longing for the sting of battle, but another part of him was glad that peace had come many young soldiers would be spared a death on the battlefield.
After a long and uneventful walk, he found himself in one of the gardens. Whenever Adrastos was here he felt at peace. Maybe it was the tranquil nature of the place but the fire in his chest was at ease. As he sat, thoughts of what would he do should this peace last? He had no other skills save for ending life.
