Vanni sighed, as yet
another person jostled him out of the way, leering and jeering at his colours. He wasn't even
from Evelon, for goodness sake... it wasn't as though he had fought in the last war, or he was wearing the rebel faction's colours on purpose. All right, he was part of their cause now, but that had only happened in the last five minutes or so. It wasn't as though everyone knew about it.
He grinned mentally at the thought of what his current...
employer would think of the news. Ever the Purine idealist, he had taken every chance he got to show off what he deemed his 'prize catch' - Vanni, with his Imperial-looking colouring, had been paraded around for all to jeer at. No, he wouldn't regret leaving.
He sighed again, as he rounded yet another stall and paused to avoid a collision with a werecain. It hadn't been like this before, back home; even though they were split into rival factions, soldiers respected all other soldiers for what they were, and there were no civilians there. Everyone either joined the army or left. He felt his heart twitch at the thought of his wife; long-dead as she was, he missed her. This would have been a lot more bearable if she were here - though he had to admit, he would probably not have been here at all if she were alive.