Thousand Stars

Well here was a face no one had seen in a while. It was anyone's guess as to where he went. Or even as to why he came back. Maybe he just liked torturing himself.

He sat on on a large rock near the lakefront, not seeming to care that it was cold and dark and generally wintery outside.

[It was the dead of night before anyone had seen Cray move, and perhaps most people didn't. During the past days he'd overheard some people in need of things, things he was capable of providing. Though they had turned down his assisstance to his face he was a determined bastard.]

[Ted would find outside his room door a new bow and quiver, and Minin would find outside hers a set of various small air compressors. He of course risked their fury and getting his gifts thrown back in his face, but he didn't let that sway him, he was determined to prove that he wasn't a deranged psychopath who wanted to kill everyone. He just wanted to be seen as a person.]

[Also anyone else he might have overheard requesting something eh was capable of making (Alchemy items, including potions and poisons, pretty much all forms of weapons and ammo or parts) he would have dropped them off a gift too. He made those sorts of things in bulk for a living before so making a handful was no problem. Also do feel free to catch him in the act of dropping off your gift.]

Cray wasn't having an easy day today it seemed. Even though the day itself was fine. He was outside, among the trees relentlessly hacking away at one of them with a sword. If anyone watched him it was clear he was a expert with the thing, but today his blows were somewhat haphazard and entirely fuelled by anger and sorrow.

His shouts of rage could be heard as he hacked away at the tree, leaving many a deep gash in the bark and he didn't stop until his exhausted body forced him to stop. At the end of it all he dropped his sword, arms and legs shaking from too much strain. The blade was in as much of a ruin as the tree, irrepairably so, he would have to get a new one. He drops to his knees, gasping audiably but maybe the most surprising thing were his eyes, were there tears there?

[Cray could be found today sitting just outside the castle. He had a new set of clothes now and didn't look like he just walked out a fire, with the exception of his left forearm, it was still dented, scratched and charred and judging from the fact he held various tools in his right hand and his teeth: broken. He tinkered away for a while, emitting the occasional curse word before finally giving up and whacking his metal arm against the stole step with a loud clunk.]

Damn thing. Please tell me I don't have to remake this...

[He gave a heavy sigh. Where the hell was he going to find mythril here?]