| Ian looked at the snow covered town. There didn't seem anywhere quiet at all. He pocketed his bag of gold and, with a lazy flap of his wings, he launched himself into the air, landing himself lightly on the rooftop. Sitting near the edge so he could spot Violence when she returned, he began to meditate. He relished the cold breeze and the snow as it fell on him. It seemed that this was the only moment of peace he'd be able to find until the mission was over. |