[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/LzmO8MyzhLmko/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]I will confess that I have sinned with my hands
And there's no one else to blame

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Gvcm_q39tY][color=556B2F]- [I]"Honest to God" by AWAY ft. Charity[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Regent St. & Piccadilly --> Devonshire Terrace
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A
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	So it was settled then. Thalken had to walk into the tent city and surrender himself. What else was he to do? It seemed to be the only logical conclusion. To attempt anything else would only serve to further incriminate himself. If he truly wished to prove that he was to be trusted, that he was on the side of good, he should have nothing to hide. Well. That was so much easier said than done for a man who had always lived in the shadows. 

	Thalken let out a breathy sigh as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the seatback. He could feel every bump in the road reverberating up through the seat. The silence weighed heavily on him but not more than the weight of what he had to do. He had to defy his very nature. He had to break down his walls and open up. He had to. He had to if he ever wished to thrive rather than just survive.

	Every second of travel felt like an eternity. His stomach was in knots as he was eating himself up inside with anxiety. He turned his head to the side and opened his eyes once more to look out the carriage window. They were coming upon Devonshire Terrace at this point. He was almost there. Almost. Was he ready for this? Like hell. But did he really have choice in the matter? His mind told him he did, that he could just runaway from it all. From his wretched life. But his heart would not soon forget all the transgressions he must pay penance for. And he would, all in due time. [I]All in due time.[/I]