This Evening Draws Near
The moment between the sun dipping beyond the horizon and the first eves of dusk is always the most pleasant. The world is silent aside from what beasts could scurry about during morning hours. But as night came there was always so much activity. Too much of it honestly. This town he came upon was a bustling one. Too much noise and too many trolls in a hurry to get nowhere.
A pitiful existence to a meaningless life. At least when you were hatched near the bottom of the caste system. And for this goldblood, he could only look forward to a life of enslavement on board a fleet ship once he came of age. But that didn't strip him of some hope for normalcy. Well as normal as a troll could get after spending most of his life underground in a hive ran by insects.
Sitting quietly on a park bench, reading the typical far off fantasy novels, he'd never lift his head. Not even when he felt someone approaching. But it was an unrelenting gaze that made him look up, for just a moment.
"Can I... help you."
