327 Achilles’ decision

 "Rosespire's here people, get your shit together," yelled a broad looking man with a scar on the forehead. Walls now of a greenish moss color caused by rain felt as if the foliage of a tall tree on a rainy day. Dull and somber, a truck of many passengers had made the trip of a week and a few to the Hidros' heart. 

 "Lady," said the same man, "-you better head to the guild and report what has happened," throwing a gaze of sympathy, he jumped aboard the truck to return from whence he came. 

Inside the walls, life went on oblivious to the pain and suffering endured at the border.

Stood with a singular bag atop which rested a sword with a broken blade, Achilles stared the passersby emptily. 'I'm home,' she thought with ever so heavier memories. 

 "You there," hailed a guard on horseback, "-adventurer?"