The Ruins Of Mist And A Lone — Swordsman

There is a particular kind of silence found only in ruins. It is not the silence of emptiness, but the silence of held breath. It is the sound of stone remembering the weight of walls, of archways grieving the shadows of doors that no longer exist.

I have seen soldiers retire. They grow soft, distracted, haunted by the absence of orders. But this man—this ghost in the grey—was not haunted. He was the haunting. His stillness was not rest. It was readiness. His loneliness was not sorrow. It was discipline. the ruins of mist and a lone swordsman

So if you ever find yourself in Kaelen’s Rest at dusk, and you see a grey cloak moving through the fog—do not run. Do not offer him your pity. He does not need it. There is a particular kind of silence found only in ruins