[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=556B2F]Thalken Talink[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://media.giphy.com/media/3o72FhI5yfy7Ke0OXe/giphy.gif[/img][/center][center][I][h3][color=556B2F]Everything that you fear is calling you and drawing near

[/color][/h3][/I][url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IwmPSHPgnpM][color=556B2F]- [I]"Demons" by Brian McFadden[/I][/color][/url][/center]
[hr][hr][center][b][color=556B2F]Location:[/color][/b] Devonshire Terrace --> Edgde of the Tent City
[b][color=556B2F]Skills:[/color][/b] City Knowledge (London) 
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	The irritation at his mindless slipup was relatively short-lived as weariness and anxiety etched way at Thalken. He found it surprisingly difficult to walk on foot to the Tent City. It wasn't that it was physically demanding by any means. After all, he was plenty fit to take the trek. It wasn't that at all. It was just walking there by himself and of his own volition made the whole situation feel that much more concrete. A carriage could take him wherever the driver pleased, but to walk there, he was then actively making the decision to go to what in the moment felt like the lion's den. Every survival instinct in him told him to run the opposite direction, to take a less perilous path. But no, he would take the path that most likely would seal his fate. 

	Thalken used every ounce of will power he had to trek onward for the Tent City. It was time he stopped dwelling in the pain and sins of his past and start creating a new future for himself, whatever form it may come in. Anything was better than being a pawn in his father's nefarious games. Arrest him. Beat him. Break him. Kill him. Do whatever you wished. He deserved it all. He was doing this to redeem himself, even if it was the last thing he ever did.

	He made quick work traveling on foot, and soon enough he verged upon the edge of the Tent City. He stopped then, and his dark eyed gaze took in the place with a look of dreaded intensity. He closed his eyes as he took in a deep shuttering breath. After a few moments, he slowly opened his eyes again, and his hands shook slightly as he sheathed the throwing knife he still clutched in his hands like it was a lifeline. He wouldn't be needing it. This wasn't a fight he could win. He then marched onward, his expression purposefully as blank as he could manage.