Avry`l stood on the roof of a tall house, rising above the crowd of people going this way and that on the docks. He didn`t feel like arriving early, but he didn`t know who the people he was assigned with were, or where they were, so it didn`t matter. He would know them soon enough, which was an exciting thought. He had been in the Order all his life, but new missions were always the funnest. He always found himself growing tired of the daily duties, which is why he grew to creating strange relationships with people, confusing them, pursuing them, and then dissapearing into the shadows. Nothing brought him more joy, except when the day would come when he could finally engage in a dramatic duel with his self-proclaimed arch-enemy, Shak'ral Leghtar. The Arch-Stormbringer, in reality, had little to do with Avry'l, and barely even knew him. However, Avry'l never missed a chance to see Shak'ral, although he never had a chance to in person. Shak'ral was powerful, having been chosen by the Goddess herself, and that is what drove Avry'l to his obsession. One day, he would fight Shak'ral, and although he might lose. . .he would still be in bliss. To engage in battle with someone so much more powerful and stronger than himself. . .
"A higher joy doth not exist." he whispered to himself, smiling in glee as he watched the people down below.
At this time, he was content to standing up and engaging in one of his favorite pastimes - people-watching. He sat down on the rooftop of the building, laying his seven-foot scythe down beside him. He had some free time, and this amused him greatly.
He fiddled with a cat`s cradle as he did so, his blue eyes flitting between people down on the docks. His purple/blue mantle blew with his dark blue hair in the wind, and he sat, waiting for someone interesting to catch his eye.