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𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 ✩
Lorenzo Pherveld
A fat drop of rain was the first sensation that Lorenzo awoke to that morning. Eyes cracking open, he stared up into the cloudy skies. His head was pounding, his pulse thudding in his ears and through the vein near his temple. His tongue tasted chapped lips as he shifted, recognizing the feel of cold stone underneath him. His gaze drifted, gloved hands drifting over the ground. Lorenzo eyed where he laid. Somehow, in the midst of his drinking the night before, he had found his way to the alleyway behind the bar. His hand ventured to his breast pocket, searching until his fingers drifted over the remnants of a small tube. His tense muscles eased before he groaned, shutting his eyes and rolling into the crook of his elbow. Another drop of rain made him glance to the skies, mouth twisting down into a frown. Brows furrowed, he grumbled to himself. He wanted to go back to sleep... but the weather had other plans as the skies cracked open and water came pouring from the sky.
Scrambling to his feet, Lorenzo swayed at the dizziness that filled his head. Cautiousness should have been heeded; he had drank too much and was now suffering the consequences of his escapades. Lorenzo turned his head, sniffing his cape before lurching away. He had definitely been sick... his clothes were in need of a wash anyway. A sigh tumbled past his lips as he fixed his clothes. Deft fingers buttoned his tunic, tightened the sash on his waist, laced his boots properly. When the man felt half-presentable, he straightened from where he had crouched to tie his laces. The sudden burn on his wrist made him scrunch his eyes shut, a hiss leaving his grit teeth. Ripping his sleeve upwards, he stared down at the brand on his wrist. The sigil of the kingdom glowed omber under his gaze. Recognizing his summoning, Lorenzo sighed to himself. His fingers moved as he bent, circling his heart before he pressed against the brand.
The light that enveloped him was blinding. In another moment, he was gone. The rush of air deafened him until he felt solid ground beneath his feet. Lurching where he stood, he took a moment to himself. Dark eyes swept up, taking in his surroundings. A cauldron brewed in the fireplace, the smell of thick stew filling the air. A gurgle from his stomach made Lorenzo huff. His eyes took in the other artifacts in the room; a barren desk, a small collection of tomes, various scrolls stockpiled along one of the walls. A huge multi-colored glass window overlooked a courtyard, filled to the brim with exotic flowers. One last glance was taken before he moved to the window, arms crossing as he took in the view. He reasoned with himself that he would go find whoever had summoned him- after he had cleaned himself up and stolen some of the stew.
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