Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150203191459/@comment-25038310-20150218221713

Sander looked at the somber and worsened scenery of the once thriving and beautiful city. It reminded him of the concept of taking down a god and making him your slave. The city, to him, seemed to be crying out for help. The district where the poor resided seemed like a black dot in the landscape amongst the other and more wealthy districts. He knew of himself that he had trouble killing innocents and civilians, but he seemed indifferent towards the city's suffering. He merely wanted to contact his organisations, nothing more. He had not caused this. The main population in the slums consisted of petty lowlifes, criminals, and skooma traders. The people, the families... oh well, it wasn't his fault, neither was it his problem.

"Meledran, bring us right outside the city's gates." He requested, as he returned to his cabin.