By the death street [Open]

[Azul Magia]

11th of fall, 509 AV

Wind and dust is something that's pretty common when you walk outside in the open, with the smell of the grass or the chirping of a bird somewhere. But right now, Azul didn't have such melancholic atmosphere. From where he's going it seems like he's gone to a dead town. With the winds of fall carrying the only sign of live, the smell of sweat and the voices of people screaming in joy. Even from a mile away it reeks the smell of a bandit or unorganized town. A city full of danger, but it's the closest thing Azul have in sleeping in a closed room. He could take out in the wild night no longer.

Azul walk slowly pass the city gate, if it could even be called that. The gate doors was already broken up and hanging loosely on the walls. Seems like no one care if a strangers or unwanted person walk by here. Or rather, maybe everyone here is an unwanted person. During his journey, Azul already seen a lot of places normal people would stand no chances of walking around in. The places that full of burglars, brawler, where the only rule was the strongest is the one who survives and take control. This place really does feels like one of those places.

Azul quickly realizes that getting trouble in here seem to be easier than finding a place to sleep. He walk slowly in the main road of town, observing the people as they walk by. None of them has a energetic feeling of welcoming a newcomer. In fact, most of them look at him in a disgustful manner as if Azul's presences were somekind of an unneeded burden to this town. An old guy even spit on Azul's feet when he crosses him. Anger fills his head quickly and Azul gave the old man a quick punch in the temple.

"You're meaningless, old man." Azul said before he left the guy bleeding in the dusty road. He didn't care about that guy. He continue on his way to find some sort of shelter in this place, but still didn't found any. The only obvious building in front of him right now are the entrance to an old abandoned mine, a cloud of smoke God know how long it's been lit, and a few rundown houses. Doesn't seem to be the best place to spend the night. Azul sighed. Don't tell me I have to spent the night in the open again.