Bolivar sat behind his desk, far away from what was once the haze of bore in his day to day; he held in his hands the first decree from his new lord. Gone were the days of relentlessly patrolling Devirad, and the constant fear of what horrendous magic the next criminal he encountered would have.. Today his day consisted almost entirely of paperwork and training; summoning mist twice a day, and cutting up bits of wood placed to look like people. He had finally achieved the peak of all men's dreams, a desk job.
Surely he knew that conflict was just around the corner, after all why would Lord Karin want someone of his talents? However, Bolivar found himself accustomed to the leisure and simple pleasures of his new life. In his hands, he read the first decree of Lord Karin; and knew that his vacation had come to an end. A thin sigh would escape his lungs as he stood from his desk and made his way back out to the docks. Hopefully, he thought; druids wouldn't be nearly as much of a nuisance as the spooks.