[F01-SP] Leaving the Nest

[Sim 0]

Keen eyes stare out over the digital landscape that was the first floor. Just outside the Town of beginnings, mobs went along their business, boars softly scuttling about, stopping to graze here, and there. Crossing his arms, he gently leaned against the archway that led to that mystical world. That game of death. There were to options he could take. The first step which would be on a long, hard road that may lead ultimately to his death, or secondly simply stay put in this town, comfy and safe. Shaking his head, he lets out a soft chuckle before pushing himself up off the stonework. Hands moving to rest on either side of his waist  he stares out, lips parting as words of finality spilled out. "Can't say I was ever really one for sitting around anyway." Taking a step forward, his hand lifts, screen coming down, and tapping on a glyph, an item materializes. Grasping his rapier by the handle, he lifts it, the "Sun" glinting gently off its point. Sucking in one final breath, he pushes off. It was a good day to leave the nest.