ShadowBroker
One Thousand Club
Location: Capena, Merchant Market.
Tag: ReverseTex JustNicole
Mentions: Kailyn and The Events occurring.
After long years of repentance within the dark hostile valleys of the mountains, resting on the cold rocks within their hearts made of caves; it felt as if his destiny once more opened the door he had chosen to move forward from. Ever since he was just six years old, stating to his mother how much of a warrior and adventurer he would be, alike his grandfather. That he would wander the land beyond the south and gain renown of his own in both North and West. That Ymir 'The Giant' of Okren, grandson of Baldur 'The Thunder' and son of Brundhild 'Iron-hand', would be able to watch and describe lands that others could only hear in stories - becoming himself not only well-known, but also knowledgeable to all there was in all kingdoms.
Before him he had the seal to move pass the borders that could harm him only because of his skin - his race. He had the documents to watch more and know more than any of his dynasty and probably one day surpass his grandfather. He smiled deliriously for a moment, he smiled more than any men lead by greed would smile for gold. He saw his future opening up once more, regardless of what he had done in the past to survive.
He could not share his appreciation with the Minister of War. Alas, she had better things to do for the recent events that were developing around him, events that seem rather blurry. He secured the bag of gold with him and settled it aside within his own backpack. As the people retreated to watch the arrival of the Council and their speeches, Ymir knew to watch from afar for now.
As a merchant of no particular politic interest and gregarious adventurer without alignment, little did it matter to him as long as peace continued its course. Rather than mingle with the crowd, he knelt behind his boxes and secured the hammer with his right hand but somewhat felt heavier than before - perhaps it was just his imagination as he felt his arm incapable to move it naturally. He kept silence with his fingers barely grasping the great handle, few words were muttered, "Who are you to judge...-" - then he pulled the heavy weapon on his own, raising from the ground with its mighty weight serving as leverage.
He went off with a few coins to fetch for new inventory along with some supplies - he had a long journey ahead, and he could not do it without new boots resting on his feet. He lighted his pipe again, expecting a prosperous future of adventures... he had- no idea.