Xero walked through the lonely path, whistling happily to himself. The surrounding area was quiet, almost completely silent except for the small chirping of the insects nearby.
He could feel his heart racing with joy strangely, the effect of the Midaz drink quickly showing its effect and he even felt a little sleepy but he was able to avoid simply falling to the ground as he withstood the effect of the booze but hurried his footsteps.
Tomorrow was going to be the day he'll finally get what he had always wanted even in his dream. One of the peaks of success in the settlement, becoming a Temple guard.
Once he was properly identified as a guard, his position would change and he would be treated with utmost respect by others, his status quickly growing higher.
If he then managed to enter the good eye of the Shaman, then his future would then be immeasurable, and perhaps he could finally be worthy of obtaining her...
