[h3][color=#166FC2]Cloven Brevis[/color][/h3][sub][@j8cob][/sub][hr]
[indent][indent]He had given out seven minutes in, his muscles screaming for relief as he yelled, growled really, for everyone to scatter. A big ‘THUMMM’ shook the air once he released his hold on the rock. Thin ribbons of dust whipped through about, causing Cloven to shield his mouth and nose for a second. [color=#166FC2][i]Hope they got everything, I’m not lifting that shit up again.[/i][/color]

As he slapped the dust off his palms, gentle pats had begun to pass across his shoulders. Harmless thanks from the civilians as they went about their business. Cloven mostly ignored this but when a elderly woman on the verge of tears shambled up to him, hugging a old tattered book; he raised a brow at her. 

[color=#166FC2]“What?”[/color] he asked. 
	
“I just wanted to say thank you. This book belonged to my great grandfather, he fought in that one war y'see... It- It means a lot to me, you helped me find-” 
	
Cloven interrupted her, his head beginning to pound. [color=#166FC2]“No problem. Just doing my job.”[/color]

He strolled past her but couldn’t pin-point why at first. It was unnecessary to thank him for doing his job. If his service wasn’t justifiable, he likely wouldn’t had helped at all. That was probably it, he decided. Maybe it was because he knew he didn’t deserve it. The thought stuttered in his mind three or four times, as if the answer wasn't enough. If only he could finish a damn thought. 

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Soon his guildmates were in view and from the looks of it, he had missed alot. An airship was nearby now and it looked as if the plant-wizard was readying to take them all home on her leaves or leaf. [color=#166FC2]“Thank, The Son,”[/color] he murmured, feeling the weight of exhaustion on his shoulders. A mental-hint of something missing grazed him but he was too tired to search it out. His mind was languished and things were beginning to take on an odd blur, a subtle shifting.

He managed to find a spot on one of the leaves, or was it the only leaf, and fell into a criss-crossed slouch. His head dipped once, twice, and before he knew it, he was napping. A soft snore touching the air. It was restless and his mind was half-in-half-out but he was napping. [color=#166FC2][i]What a shitty day,[/i][/color] he mumbled. [color=#166FC2][i]What a shitty shitty day.[/i][/color][/indent][/indent]