[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3ohs7RKy9si1M6P9o4/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]I'll be a better man today. I'll be good, I'll be good
For all of the times that I never could

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POqEVwROEQs][color=556B2F]- [I]"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Trafalgar Square --> Regent St. & Piccadilly 
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] Planning & Deliberating
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	Thalken sat there for a while, staring blankly out the carriage window. His dark eyes did not seem to register any of the passing scenery but instead took on a distant look as he was deep in thought. The “what ifs” seemed endless, and all paths seemed destined to fail. They surely knew he was coming, and they would be prepared to protect the young Viscount Wenwynith to the bitter end. He was but one man, while they were many. Perhaps he did not need to confront the Lady Crypt head on. Perhaps he did not need to make his presence known, but instead he could remain in the shadows for a little longer, keeping an eye out for the viscount from afar. Yet the circus was large and filled to the brim with people, he couldn’t remain hidden there for forever. Sooner or later he would be spotted, and in the end, he would be more focused on stealth rather than protecting the viscount. Ultimately, the problem was that he was thinking like a Talink, like a trained killer, and not like the honorable he strived more than ever to be. 

	He let out a sigh, his gaze retreating from the carriage window. How could he prove his worth outside the Talink name? How could he prove he had long since had a change of heart? How could he prove he was a good man to others and more importantly to himself? Simple. Well actually not so simple. He had to act as no Talink had before. He had to think and act outside the box and outside his comfort zone. He had to stop holding back and instead open himself up to others. He had to let the goodness inside him shine through. He had to surrender, and let the hands of fate guide him. 

	In the end, Thalken was too preoccupied by all these thoughts to take note of the carriage driver’s poor directional skills. They had missed a turn, and that had to be corrected to get back on the right path. Soon enough they had made it to the corner of Regent St. and Piccadilly.