The morning sun crested over the rooftops of Ostuary, long shadows fell across the open streets and the gentle noise of the busy people waking up already filled the cool air.
Percival had enjoyed his sleep. He was a fan of the nourishing exercise though he worried how much of it he would have as the future drew close.
Best to enjoy them now.
Stirring from this fitful sleep in the modest inn room he'd claimed, his Mana and Health were fully replenished once again.
Last night's infiltrating mission exerted more mana than he expected. Either way, he didn't have to worry about mana; the morning would be spent doing something more… physical.
He sat on his bed, holding the War-Scythe of Black Iron. His eyes trailed through the shaft of the weapon, noticing the runes inscribed on it for the first time.
The scythe was mainly made with black leather, and traces of glistening blue steel zig-zagged to the tip where the curved blade hung.
