35th Zi’da 716
Evans was a tall guard with a mop of curly red hair. He stood nearly a head taller than any other members of the Ouroboro guard who accompanied him that night. It was a frozen winter. His breath turning to mist as they jogged down through the crown. Accompanied by a handful of the Iron Hand, Evans directed the gaurds to start checking the doors of houses. It was late, but reports of break-ins and robberies were coming in fast. Usually a captain of the King’s personal guard wouldn’t have been involved in the investigation, however the Iron Hand were thin on the ground, and his own family had fallen victim of foul text smeared through the corridor of their lavish home. No one had been hurt, but his elderly parents had cowered beneath a table as the street-facing windows of their house were smashed. Shards of glass scattering through the rooms like snow.It was enough to put a usually calm and considered man, in a terrible mood. He stomped through the street himself, searching out the shadows for anyone moving suspiciously. Movement caught his eye and he paused. He watched the young woman. She seemed graceful, and perhaps considered in her actions. It was enough to draw his attention and he struck with the speed of an uncoiling snake. Firm hand reaching out and closing against the girls neck.
“Who are you?” He demanded, “what are you doing here?!”
