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He placed a foot on the dead goblin and jerked his blade free from its skull. Sweat beaded down his face from his short blond hair and he brought his hand up to wipe it away. Then rain. Lately it always seemed to be raining but he didn't really mind 'Hell' he thought 'It'll cool me down'. Sheathing his blades he turned and started off, taking heavy steps southward towards Bane. Dipping his hands deep into his pockets as he walked thoughts began pouring through his mind. Love, life, fighting, trades.. every manner of things it seemed. At that moment he allowed himself to dwell on his thoughts which seemed so uncharacteristic of himself as he never allowed himself to normally in the presence of other company.

As he neared the bridge the rain became nothing more than an afterthought and his own thoughts began to fade. As Troll'sbane found its way into his view he snapped back into his old self and continued on across the bridge heading for the northern gatehouse.

Uhuru watches the lonely man walk across the bridge in the rain, wondering where he's been and where he's going. She thinks to offer him a cookie, but then remembers she has none as Evie has stopped baking them. She remembers a time with much fondness when Evie used to hand cookies out to everyone in Troll's Bane.

She gets lost in her thoughts as the rain beats down and she remains in Troll's Bane to talk with the town folk.

Walking through the gates Isaac's eyes lift and his gaze falls upon a familiar figure amongst the crowd of Troll'sbane. Uhuru. His formerly stern look softens, much as it always does when he sees her. Taking a few more steps forward he approaches her, a thin smile playing his lips as he nears closer. "Uhuru. Quite the rain isn't it? Seems as though it's been raining forever now... uhrm, how has your day been?" He inquires to her, inclining his head to look her in the eyes. A hand draws from his pockets then and strokes over his blond, soaked hair. "I hope it's been well, anyway." He adds shortly after.