@electorofhell plotted for a starter;;
Loitering was usually not something Gradeus was allowed to do, given his tendencies to cause trouble. Lagus Tradio, that insufferable old noble, usually had a tight leash around his neck, though Gradeus hated to admit it. It was rare that he managed to escape Lagus’ eyes, much less wander very far from the Union base… tonight, however, seemed to be one of those special occasions. Naturally, he was hungry for battle. A worthy opponent, or at least something interesting enough that could be prodded to violence, should be around here somewhere. It was a quiet enough area, on the outskirts where there were no homes and busy tourist attractions to be disturbed by any trouble Gradeus might stir up. Prowling about here might turn up something, though he hardly expected very much. What were the chances of finding a real duel when he was trying to avoid Lagus’ eyes and ears and to stay on the Union’s good side?
He paused halfway though his second round of the city’s borders. There was something off here — an aura that was obvious to one of their own kind, a traitor that had lurked among them for centuries.
A… noble? Though, Gradeus couldn’t pinpoint exactly which noble. He may have been alive for over twenty-three hundred years, but memories of the past faded quickly. Of course, nothing was the same anymore, either. While he still had a vague recollection of the feeling of the old family leaders’ presences, the new generation of nobles were different — enough to throw him off.
Hm, should he play dumb? Try to draw the little one out first? It was a tempting thought, to pretend that he hadn’t heard a thing… and when the noble followed, he would ambush. Hah! That would be something, wouldn’t it? He should try it…
This he decided as he resumed his stroll, striding along lazily, waiting for the movement that was bound to follow.