Timestamp: 29th of Zi'Da, Cold Cycle, Arc 717
Location: Earth Quarter, Rharne
One's death, is another's bread...And that very festive saying is especially true to in this situation. Granted, Guillermos had wished the cause for the new message on the Bounty Board had never occured. But what's done is done, lamenting the death of that man won't bring any good and by bringing the culprit to justice, he hoped that the deceased's loved ones will find closure and peace more easily. Even if only by a bit.
He wasn't going to lie or pretend that he didn't mainly do this dangerous task for the sake of clinging gold though, but he knew first-hand how hard it can be without proper closure and being left to live a life void of true sentiments after someone has been snatched away so suddenly. To him, there was nothing worse than a living on, constantly wondering about What If's. So having started this mission, he vowed to himself that he would see it through to the bitter end, even if it was only because he portrayed himself on the ones that must be hurting and griefing during these hard times.
He needed to tackle this step-by-step and with a certain plan in mind, any moment lost is a moment the bastard gets to plan his escape from Rharne after all. First things first, doing things fast and hard is one thing, doing them smart too is a whole other approach. Guillermos first went back to the Dust Quarter, home, where he picked up a few things and was about to step back out into the city. Before stopping in his tracks, taking a hasty seat at his desk and pulling out a piece of paper and quill. Laying them on the desk, ready to pen down his grand plan of attack at any moment. Any moment now...Yes sirry, anyyyyy moment...What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he blacking out like this? Agitated with himself, he kicked the wall behind the desk, resulting in an equally loud banging from the other side soon after.
"What's your problem?!!" The muffled shouting from the other house described his very own thoughts quite well, he was lost as to why this was such a big deal to him now. He usually wasn't that bad at planning nor investigating cases. Al though this one was one of the few he has ever taken on alone, he was still blindsided by his seemingly frozen state of mind. It wasn't until he forced himself into picking up his gray feathered quill that it really hit him. He was trembling with anxiety, seething rage and eagerness to punish this rat for taking his paren---For stabbing that man.
Goddamn it, he was losing it before it had even begun..
Location: Earth Quarter, Rharne
One's death, is another's bread...And that very festive saying is especially true to in this situation. Granted, Guillermos had wished the cause for the new message on the Bounty Board had never occured. But what's done is done, lamenting the death of that man won't bring any good and by bringing the culprit to justice, he hoped that the deceased's loved ones will find closure and peace more easily. Even if only by a bit.
He wasn't going to lie or pretend that he didn't mainly do this dangerous task for the sake of clinging gold though, but he knew first-hand how hard it can be without proper closure and being left to live a life void of true sentiments after someone has been snatched away so suddenly. To him, there was nothing worse than a living on, constantly wondering about What If's. So having started this mission, he vowed to himself that he would see it through to the bitter end, even if it was only because he portrayed himself on the ones that must be hurting and griefing during these hard times.
He needed to tackle this step-by-step and with a certain plan in mind, any moment lost is a moment the bastard gets to plan his escape from Rharne after all. First things first, doing things fast and hard is one thing, doing them smart too is a whole other approach. Guillermos first went back to the Dust Quarter, home, where he picked up a few things and was about to step back out into the city. Before stopping in his tracks, taking a hasty seat at his desk and pulling out a piece of paper and quill. Laying them on the desk, ready to pen down his grand plan of attack at any moment. Any moment now...Yes sirry, anyyyyy moment...What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he blacking out like this? Agitated with himself, he kicked the wall behind the desk, resulting in an equally loud banging from the other side soon after.
"What's your problem?!!" The muffled shouting from the other house described his very own thoughts quite well, he was lost as to why this was such a big deal to him now. He usually wasn't that bad at planning nor investigating cases. Al though this one was one of the few he has ever taken on alone, he was still blindsided by his seemingly frozen state of mind. It wasn't until he forced himself into picking up his gray feathered quill that it really hit him. He was trembling with anxiety, seething rage and eagerness to punish this rat for taking his paren---For stabbing that man.
Goddamn it, he was losing it before it had even begun..
