5 A Walk Through Sahid (1/2)
Pride? What kind of useless thing was that?
No, pride was something that would only serve to get someone like Darius killed in a place like this.
The blonde man and his friends were still stumped and somewhat surprised by Darius' cowardice, even for a commoner who had just bumped into nobility.
Darius did not hesitate, and now was the only chance he had to leave with his life. he immediately took his chance and bolted straight out of the mall, not once looking back. The nobles he'd left behind could only watch, surprised by this peasant's amazing speed.
Even though he had made it out of the store Darius would not stop running, not until he had left the vicinity entirely. He continued running for about ten minutes, drawing looks from several people who passed him by. Although Darius looked quite odd to them, they didn't pay him much attention. To them he was just another village idiot who wasn't worth being graced with their gaze. Darius knew this well but didn't care. Darius' simple clothing and his demeanor gave off his identity too quickly, making him the scorn of most who laid eyes upon him.
”We'll see what they think of me once I become a Spiritsmith.”
Finally Darius felt as though he had put enough distance between himself and the mall. He slowed down, panting slightly as he began to look all around him.
He was completely lost in the barrage of new sights that he hadn't at all noticed while he had just been running for his life.
The sharply dressed young man from earlier had been following Darius as his smile faded slightly. In all his life not once had he ever been ignored by the likes of someone like Darius. Clearly the hick he saw in front had no idea who he was. At first the young man was somewhat annoyed by this. But as he was thinking he kept staring at the dumbstruck Darius for a moment, and his face contorted into a cheeky grin.
I wonder what backwater village did they pull him out of? Either way the less he knows the better. If he really is as ignorant as he looks then all the easier it should be to get him to do what i need. In fact, he's perfect!
He made up his mind to try and approach Darius once more, once again trying to look as kind and as trustworthy as possible.
As the young man stood there for a moment, Darius had been lost in an almost trance like state. He was standing on a street corner, next to a statue of a knight adorned in shining armor and brandishing a large claymore.
As Darius looked all around him never in his life had he been captivated by something so beautiful and intriguing, even though all he actually saw were the outer limits of the city, which, as amazing they were, paled in comparison to the inner rings. Few nobles could usually be seen here and much less fraternize with the common people. And yet...
”Ahem.” the young man attempted to get Darius' attention by coughing slightly. Darius was now immediately brought back to reality. ”Not this guy again, can't I just catch a brake?” he groaned.
Darius once again found himself standing in front of the sharply dressed young man who had tried to talk to him when he first got of the bus. The young man was scrutinizing him carefully. Watching him intently with a grin on his face that made Darius feel quite uncomfortable. Darius looked at the man for a moment. He found the clothes the young man wore odd yet he had to admit they were clearly of high quality. It was then that Darius noticed a sharp rapier strung to the man's waist. Instinctively he took a few steps back, never saying a word.