#sigui01

@religies

Oh. Oh, dear god.

Darkleer clutched at his chest, feeling his internal organs squirm in displeasure. This was...a city street? How long had it been since he’d seen someplace so crowded? Hiding in the shadows of a looming building, unseen by most, he tried to get a hold on himself, sweat dripping from his face in plain discomfort.

After living in a cave for the equivalent of a decade or two, after all, who could possibly blame him?

   -+-> H0w...e%cruciating...

He muttered to himself, doing his best to catch his breath, but every time he looked out at the throng of people flooding the streets, he just couldn’t bring himself to take another step. The sun was bright, too bright, and the street loud, too loud. Crowded. Too crowded. He’d die. He’d really die. How embarrassing. For someone who once called himself E%ecutor, he deserved to be slaughtered for his uncertainty.

Darkleer didn’t even notice that he wasn’t alone before he turned around -- and bumped into someone quite a bit shorter than him, sending them off balance. Reaching out to grasp their (rather small) shoulder before they managed to collapse, the troll let out a light breath, only to realize he’d been holding it this entire time.