He strolled in through the gates. The skies had only recently receded the clouds over the town and he came in. He stood there while he was checked by the guards of the Great Southern Gate. He only had his greaves and his fauld both showcasing the symbol of Lolth. His chest was bare and muscular. He was thoroughly ripped with his arms and it showed. He stared blankly at the guards inspecting his person and belongings. If his eyes could be described with any emotion; it would have been contempt. He simply looked at the ants checking his items and prayed to Lolth that she utterly destroy them. He, however, was not going to do it unless prompted by the peons or his Goddess. His sight would only pass over them and look ahead when they ask him questions, "How long are you staying?" He would glare at the sky and said, "Permanently...." They finished with their droll questions and allowed him to continue. His pack only held his paldrons and breastplate. He had had them engraved with Lolth's insignia and it pleased him to no end. He was proud of his personal armor he had had for fifty years. He moved toward the end of the city; he moved toward his objective. He walked like the dead to the palace where he sensed much death was there to begin with. He walked with a sense of purpose. He walked with hate in his heart and loyalty in his mind. These two emotions were his guiding principles along the line of respect. He fought for the sake of evil, but he killed for the sake of pleasure. He had immersed himself in the teachings of Lolth and now he needed a new home whether it was by man or woman. He required Lolth to help him, but knew she wouldn't unless he helped himself. He walked to find his new 'master.'
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