[to new Home.] -- August 13th

[dyingvision]

-Looks out over the desolate city, his one good eye hindered by a forming bruise just underneath it and spreading over his cheek. He started in direction for the apartments, cloth items under one arm while the other held his cracked sword over his shoulder.=

...

Hmph.

-Silent in his step, his sword felt much heavier than he remembered... Perhaps he was just physically exhausted from all that has gone on.=