Edgar finds himself amongst royals and priests and, yet, he’s BORED. He misses the confines of his home in Calx, misses hunting along impossible terrain where the wind whips his face. Rather, now, he finds conversation monotonous and the thought of sharing space with Imber is enough to make him go mad.
Rather, he has his guards escort him out into the town village, watching as gaze follows him closely. He is sure many have heard the rumors of Edgar Waldemar and the harsh, brutal family he came from. Even if Edgar was better than the previous rulers, there was no doubt gossip that propelled his violent family name.
Through the village, he recalled a laundress that, if he remembered correctly, heard was from Calx. Truthfully, Edgar did his best to only go to townspeople that were from Calx for his services. Call him biased but he didn’t trust any other, especially not now.
Nodding his guards to the entrance, he entered the small shop, glancing around to the few others inside. By his stance and remaining guards with him, the few stragglers quickly exited, leaving their things behind. He then nodded the rest of the guards outside, returning his gaze to the shop and, to, who he assumed was the woman from Calx. He smirked softly, bowing his head in a formal greeting. “I suppose I’m too intimidating for your customers to stay.”
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