Leon's body shifted, turning down the narrow alley, he noticed a small group of men at the edge of the street. Not really in any hurry, he just mellowly walked toward them. He had no idea who they were, and quite frankly he didn't have any business with them at all, just happened to notice them conversing amongst each other was all he'd done.<br/><br/>As he'd finished his training with Lady only three months ago, it had felt like three years had passed since he'd spoken to her. Her odd disappearance had thrown Leon off guard, but he had to do something for money these days, and since the training, he'd become a mercenary for hire. The lifestyle having begun to take its toll on his feelings, but his kind-hearted intentions were still there, just slightly dimmed by the life he'd chosen.<br/><br/>Leon wasn't likely to forget his roots though, his heart was too pure to become consumed by darkness. His soul as white as the sheath that held his equally blinding sword.<br/><br/>Anyways, back to the walking. He breached the end of the alley now, and had bumped into one of the men, his thoughts having distracted him yet again. He looked to them, apologizing, but they didn't seem the type to care, they were too serious to reassure him that they didn't mind him bumping into them.<br/><br/>His thoughts got the better of him again, as he quickly shrugged off the men, and began heading toward an inn that had caught his eye. His stomach grumbled, and he knew it had been two days since his last meal, and not only that, he had a fat wallet he planned on thinning.<br/><br/>Then, something seemed out of place, he paused and heard it. Spinning, he cut down his assailant, one of the men from before having tried to catch him off guard, but he'd heard their advance. Catching the male before he fell, Leon wiped the blood onto the clothing of his victim, being sure to rid the gleaming white blade of any crimson stains.