The figure walked along the dirt road, a few other travelers behind or infront of him. He lifted a pale hand from his pocket, adjusting the hood that hid his face.
He stretched his back as he strode to Lhavit's gates indifferently, casting a short glance down to the waters below, watching for a moment as the heavy waves crashed against the rocks, wondering what would happen if he lost his footing and fell.
He shook the daydream from his thoughts, keeping his head low, hiding his face from anyone who may glance at him for curiosity or otherwise.
The gate was close. He held his cloak against his torso, tight, approaching the guard. A line had formed in front of the gates that consisted of about seven others. The figure was in the back.
As the line got closer and closer to the guard, the figure prepared for the question. "Welcome to Lhavit, why have you come?" Unlike his normal routine, the figure decided to tell truth.
The figure was next. He tapped his foot impatiently on the beaten ground.
As the male in front of him entered the gates, the figure stepped forward.
"Hello, sir! Welcome to Lhavit, jewel of Kalea! What brings you to our beautiful city?" The guard bellowed in a deep voice.
The male took a long moment, thinking again about his response, second-guessing his decision, until finally answering.
"Compassion." He said in a scratchy, tired voice.
The guard smiled at the traveler, allowing him into the city.