1 Ren
A young man dressed in a black leather hunting suit with a sword strung behind his back runs through the seemingly never ending streets of Arcadia, weaving through the mass of people.
Arcadia is the fifth largest city in the Exorium Empire. Nobles and Peasants alike roamed the streets, hoping to find something that catches their eyes. On the surface everything seems to be perfectly balanced, but with the sudden surge of refugees coming from the eastern warfronts racism and crime is no small matter.
Coming to a stop outside of a small tavern, the young man hurriedly went inside and sat down at the bar.
A short and tubby man with shoulder length auburn hair greeted him "What brings you here so early Ren?"
"Woke up a bit early today and decided to take a hike down from the mountain.. we're running low on meat up at the farm." Ren told the bartender.
The bartender scratched his chin. "Bet ya had a hard time getting into the city with the sudden influx of refugees."
"Nothing I couldn't handle.. once they recognized me they let me right in. Any news on the war float into your ears?" Ren smirked, eager for a little bit of information.
"I don't know if this is true, and certainly don't go blurting it out to others, but apparently we're getting pushed back pretty hard. We were steadily pushing back the Rannocs about a month ago, apparently something happened within their borders which is making them fight with a frenzy, reaping our soldiers like wheat." The bartender sighed.
"I've heard some huge space rock crashed into one of the Ran Empires largest cities, causing thousands to migrate away.. what I'd do to see something so cool fall from the sky." Ren exclaimed.
"Don't wish to hard kid. With your rotten luck it'll crash right down on top of you." The bartender joked.
The two men talked for a few more hours before Ren went back to his family's farm just beyond a small mountain.
Arriving at the gates of his farm, Ren hopped over the fence and ran to the main house in the center, greeting his mother and father.
Ren walked up the old wooden stairs up to his room, flopping on his bed when he arrived.
As much as I like the old bartender guy, making that hike multiple times a week is really gonna get me killed one day. Ren lamented, not knowing what cruel fate was about to befall apon him and his family.
