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(ooc: Okay I haven't battled in a few weeks, so I need to get back into the swing of it)
Sybur walks through the masses of crowds, trying to find his way through the streets of London. He was originally sent on a mission to kill Teundusia, but has been sidetracked so much he forgot about the mission altogether. He continues forward many miles to a quiet field, away from the large, loud crowds. He calmly positions himself into a sitting position of the grass, resting his legs. |
