<strong>Name:</strong>Arkand<br/><strong>Title:</strong>The Human King<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Returning Home<br/><br/>While he normally told himself he would leave for a few days, days usually surmounted to a few hours in actuality. The truth was that the only time he had ever been gone for days without notifying anyone, a great hunt for the missing king was sanctioned and a general alert and reward was sent out to find him, for fear that he had been captured. Truth was he had just taken a small camping trip and lost track of the days... or perhaps weeks. Whatever the case, he knew that at best, a few hours would do him and his kingdom good. And he was right, just smelling the fresh air from the wind in the trees was enough and instead of a walkabout it turned into a hunt as well, and he spent his time chasing deer. Though he didn't actually kill any, just seeing that he could still better a deer in blending in with the forest made his day.<br/><br/>Before long, he was heading back home. But he opted not to take the passage and instead take a small sojourn through the capital's streets. One thing he found interesting was the amount of people still awake at night. It was of course the capital, so a multitude of people was to be expected, but it always surprised him how people could work all day and still spend time to enjoy themselves late at night. Though honestly he never cared for regular people unless they had coin or services to give him... he found himself liking them much more these days, which wasn't really an easy feat at first. But he did the best he could.<br/><br/>Oddly enough, some rather interesting things were happening in the city, more than usual. A play was on, of course, something that wasn't an uncommon sight, and a naked man... which of course wasn't. While he had no interest in a naked man in general, the thought of an individual who had the, for lack of a better word, stones to do it was something worth looking into. However, that would probably involve inquiring the city guard, most of which knew what he looked like. So, instead, he opted to stay out of it. So, instead he decided to play the part of a commoner, not hard since he had technically been one for most of his life. He bought a simple bit of food, and found a nice haystack unused until the next morning, as he took a gander at the play that was going on, his fingers snapping once in a while, a small flame appearing from his fingers with each snap. Weak magic, but something he tended to do as a habit when sitting quietly.