The evening was quiet. Calm with the chirping of returning birds and a gentle hue of the coming night. Dealer watched as the sun sank into the horizon, looking out through the window in his room that faced the rest of the world. Sand and dust, what lies beyond it? Such days often made him wonder and wonder, he did.
He was aware of there being an ocean nearby, then a city of ruin, cursed by the one who's sworn to protect it. Now it lies in shambles, with that very man ruling over his throne of rubble. A wild story or the truth, how could a man who'd never left the city know for certain? He could not, for he had crippled himself, his surroundings had crippled him, and so had the decisions of his ancestors.
