Witches Reign

[Spend time around Fisherman's Horizon today, and you may run into an unfortunate scene: an armored elf with a huge sword slung over his back, upsetting the locals. He is, after all, rather hostile-looking for such a peaceful and pacifist town, and he isn't even in SeeD uniform. It's more or less the same story at various points during the day: Fenris attempts to enter town with his sword and armor in place, and some local authority figure rebuffs him sternly for disrupting the peace. His responses grow increasingly sarcastic and bitter as the day wears on--]

I intend no harm nor provocation. I'm merely accustomed to keeping my weapons close at hand.

[That was at nine in the morning. By five in the afternoon, it's more like--]

Yes, this is surely a sound philosophy. Feel free to ask me for help when raiders savage your docks and kidnap your children. I'll be over here, ignoring you entirely.

[By nightfall, he's just outside town on Horizon Bridge, leaning against a lamp post and scowling at the unhelpful ocean. He still has his sword with him. He's not trying to fight anything, though. He's just...brooding. In the dimming light. It's quite picturesque, really.]