Bolt
Ancient Power
Zaiden reclined in a booth, scotch on the rocks in hand. He allowed his eyes to roam across the cantina he was in, absorbing the lights and colors while acknowledging no person in particular. For though he seemed to be looking around, he was in fact deeply ingrained in his mental prowess. Even if he wasn't however, there were to many people on Val'hala to take in anyway.
A strange feeling had begun to spread through him since the evening prior. It was difficult to pinpoint what it was, or why it was there, so he was attempting to find out.
It may have something to do with the fact he had spent literally no time covering his tracks since returning to the living a month prior. Someone could be after him, which was not unimaginable in the least. He had made enemies in all the major factions of his day. Recently though he had been teaching, so they couldn't be new found enemies.
It would soon be found, whatever it was. This he knew.
[member="Aiden"] [member="Nate Drake"]
A strange feeling had begun to spread through him since the evening prior. It was difficult to pinpoint what it was, or why it was there, so he was attempting to find out.
It may have something to do with the fact he had spent literally no time covering his tracks since returning to the living a month prior. Someone could be after him, which was not unimaginable in the least. He had made enemies in all the major factions of his day. Recently though he had been teaching, so they couldn't be new found enemies.
It would soon be found, whatever it was. This he knew.
[member="Aiden"] [member="Nate Drake"]