The streets of Astalia were dark and bland, even in the rich sectors. Today was cloudy and a storm brewed in the horizon. Almost everyone huddled beneath shelters or curled up next to the warm hearth in their homes. Few were outside, it was mainly the poor folk who needed to scavenge food and money. Even the beasts were inside.
Arcus paced along the streets, he was in the middle class sector today. He wore a blue cloak with the hood pulled over his head, his small dragon, Smolder, curled around his shoulders. The dragon's long tail curled around one of his arms.
Arcus was looking for something, or more specifically- someone.