[h3][color=#166FC2]Cloven Brevis[/color][/h3]
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[indent][indent]Cloven never wasted time if he could help it. A mission hadn’t been pushed on him but one had fallen into his lap. Self-given and just as important, he believed. Earlier, he might have been looking down on everyone with a second-degree, emotional burn. That had taken some time to process. But now he had a goal. Even amidst the unnatural bedlam that ruled around his fortress of numbness. A storm that Ria, Asher, and his deluded actions had kicked off. 

He would need to be on the old guy’s good-side, if that even existed. Marduk was tempered by age, had learned a great deal of life’s fundamentals. It showed in the way he handled everyone, no outrage or overzealous pity from him. It was a balanced hand, a slight dial to the left or right. 

So despite if Marduk was looking or not, long as he stayed far away from the plant-wizard, Cloven had  went to work on helping some of the Rune Knights and citizens put together their mess. It was a hard pill to swallow, Cloven’s words, often just cold reprimands, [color=#166FC2]‘Be stronger next time.’[/color], [color=#166FC2]‘Your eyes are dopish, probably why you didn’t see it coming.'[/color], or [color=#166FC2]‘Even if you don’t fight, your life is always on the line. Better to run and run fast if you're weak.'[/color] 

Most of them took his words like a punch to the gut but his help was needed; he was far stronger than the average mage, so the normals really didn’t want to insult him. Cloven lifted a large boulder, thick and ruptured from the cobblestone some twenty-feet away, he presumed. Beads of sweat started to dot his forehead. In the shadow beneath the boulder, that he held with both hands and bent knees, crawled listless people, picking and pulling their lives back together. 

[color=#166FC2]“You got ten-minutes,”[/color] he strained between breaths. [color=#166FC2]“Ten minutes... before I drop this thing.”[/color] His voice finished louder and stronger. A flash and tell-tale snap of a camera reached his ears. He pushed that thought aside, he was sure his back had just been the center of a photo. [color=#166FC2]Good, a picture says a thousand words.[/color][/indent][/indent]