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Ruins. Burnt pictues of family, friends, and even a couple rivals lay unattended, their frames broken. Picking one up, Quint dusted a big of debris from it and smiled. He did so because it was the only thing he had left. With his home in tatters, and the culprit far gone, Quint felt defeated. Sure, he had a lead on where she was, but how to go about retribution... He was lost.
"So..what now?" He asked, and to an outsider, he was talking to himself, but in reality, Quint's belt was the recipient of his question.
"You could start with another place to collect yourself. It'll take some time to rebuild, so for now you should find shelter elsewhere: Looks like rain's coming." Out to the west dark clouds loomed closer, brief flashes of lightning showing that it wouldn't just block out the midday sun.
"Seems that way.." Quint kicked over a small support beam, it splitting where fire had eaten through. Beneath the board was another picture, and this one put a small twinge in his spine. In the photo were both Morrigan and Quint, she perched on his shoulder partly, he down on a knee. Both had smiles, and he couldn't help but do the same then. Stripping the shell of glass and decorative wood, Quint pocketed the
picture, bringing in a deep breath, followed by a longing exhale.
"..Alright, let's head out." With a steady walk, he had already figured out where he'd go, straight to the guy who was one of the few left around: Gatz.
((It's been a long time off, but I am back. Don't know how I'm going to handle this story over at Roan's now, but one step at a time I suppose.))
