Syn looked back down at the city, from the northern border of the desert. He'd just left the mage training area, restocking his rune supply and water before noticing the dark cloud in the distance. He knew it wasn't rain, but when he had stalked closer to the city, he knew he'd picked just the perfect time to leave. It's something he'd have to send word to home about, it might be of interest. Though perhaps this is why he was recalled with such haste. He was just getting used to tomb robbing too, what a shame.
Carrying word with him past the Khardian-Misthalin, he'd with some reluctance have informed the authorities upon his arrival in Varrock. What they did of it was none of his own concern, as he continued northward into the wilderness and beyond the far seeing eyes of the common citizenry. Despite this, word had already reached home... as the same eyes that had been watching him, had been watching the world around him.
"A world can change, but it keeps on spinning." He told himself repeatedly in his travels. Just how much it might change, he was always eager to see.
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