"[color=FF4000]That's 'Mr. Rosenfeld', you know my work was the best ever sold in this junk shop anyway![/color]"

A load crash responded to the man from inside the smithy, followed by what sounded like the bellowing of a bull.

"[color=#00FFFF]How about [i]Jackass[/i] instead you ungrateful dirt-shoveling-can't-forge-worth-a-damn son of a Snapdragon rancher![/color]"

A smile played on Llewelyn's lips as he made his way down the street. He always tried to pay his old boss a visit when he was in town, and such visits always ended the same way. A bit of drinking, then a lot of yelling. That smile quickly faded though and he pulled his coat tighter as a breeze blew through the city, it seemed he would never get used to the northern air.
His weapons clanked in response, but he paid it no mind. He was well known enough that the police didn't harrass him, and even if they did he carried his license to bear arms in the city on him at all times. It wasn't worth spending a night in jail while the cops sorted the situation out to leave it.

It was towards the Edelweiss University that he walked, the jewel of the city's academia. There were several colleagues he planned to sit down with, have a few more drinks and discuss his notes. [i]The complete history of the peoples of Genesis[/i] was nowhere near finished, and required constant fact checking whenever he added new sections to it.

Mostly though, he just wanted out of the cold at this point.

He had just turned onto Viola street when the chaos erupted. Startled by the sudden noise, he backed into an alley while he assessed the situation, drawing out his shotgun. At first, he assumed it was terrorists, trying to cause chaos in the otherwise peaceful city. Somehow, the answer was much darker. When he first caught a glimpse at the shadowy canines he was taken aback. In all his time on the road he had never run into any Blackened, although stories were abound all over. 

For a moment, he considered fleeing, but sighed instead. It wasn't likely he could outrun them if he tried to anyway. So instead, Llewelyn dropped to one knee and began loading, he only had ten shells and needed to make them count. Unfortunately, the people trying to escape made excellent human shields for the Blackened making their way down the street, and he cursed his luck at lacking a clear shot. So he waited, useless while people where being slaughtered in front of him. Finally, a young woman was knocked down only feet away.

Llewelyn didn't waste the opportunity and fired at the Blackened standing over her. Part of him hoped she wasn't caught by any of the pellets, the other part of him knew it was a better fate than awaited her otherwise. 

He grimaced and fired again.