30th of Ophus, 2718 ♢ Sunset
None of the people walking by seemed to take interest in his offer, however, no matter how much effort he put in to his sales pitch. It didn't help Augustus that his body already had a bad reputation throughout the harbor, but it didn't stop him from trying. The real adventure for the lost soul was in watching the people. At evening you could spot a couple here or there, and Augustus spent most of his time gawking at them as they would pass by. Augustus' past life as Robin was still heavy on his mind, and he felt a burning desire to find another family--even if it meant taking it from someone else. No, I promised Robin.
After another hour of trying to sell his fish, he had gotten one successful sale. A young girl had come over to buy his other, but something about his smile had seemed to scare her off. With a frown, the raen/wick patted his last fish on the head and started to walk for his shack. We'll work on the smile tonight, maybe then the fishy will leave. The lanterns made a nice scene on the bridge for the fish and the two. The people on the pier all seemed nice, but nobody seemed to like the body Augustus was inhabiting. This wasn't a concern for Augustus yet. Nobody had caught his eye, so he didn't feel a need to care. There were more people in Anaxas than on the pier he was walking.
After another minute of walking, the raen stopped and called out to the crowd once more as he actively watched his smile, "one taaasty fishy! Right from the water!" In truth, the fish had been out of water for at least three hours, but that wouldn't matter. Scanning the crowd the wick's eyes landed on a man with dark red hair and tired look to him. He stood out among the crowd. Galdor. Augustus' smile faded, and he lowered the arm raising the fish to his side.
The raen's mind started to itch, trying to remember memories it would never be fully able to. Augustus scratched at the walls in his mind as he felt himself warning him not to, and could feel the aching pain of his old memories trying to come over him once more. An image of a man he couldn't remember was all that came to his mind, and the old and un-buried emotions from his former self had come back. His body started move on its own, and Augustus found himself unable to do anything about it.
This isn't how you want to start our new life, Augustus, the voice of an old man called out from his mind--Robin.
Let me handle this on my own, plowfoot. You aren't needed here.
The galdor was at best twenty feet away when Augustus reached into a hidden coat pocket. The wick he inhabited didn't have any crossbows or guns, but he sure had a lot of knives. The people had started to disappear to their homes, and he knew it was a matter of time before he had the galdor to himself. Even if there were witnesses, who would stop him?