1st Cylus 717
Why in Ilaren's name had he taken this job? Stand outside a door at the start of freaking Cylus of all seasons? He should have just hibernated like the last arc - though Eric hadn't approved and he doubted Rey'na would have either. He groaned, releasing a cloud of hot white air into the darkened trial. What was there even to guard from? Most citizens were at home, cuddled around the hearth - what sort of madman would go out in this weather? Oh, that's right - Fridgar would. Shivering, he looked about the streets of lowtown - not another soul in sight. He put his hands together and rubbed for friction before breathing his warm breath into his palms. Immediately after, he threw his hands into his warm pockets. There had to be a way to fight this cold, this was the last break of the shift. He considered becoming a bear, but felt that the cons outweighed the pros. Perhaps he could exercise somehow?
He looked about the empty streets on the spot for a heavy object but found none. He groaned. Guard duty was the absolute worst. It was even worse in Cylus though, all he wanted was an open fire, maybe some shelter from the cold winds. was that too much to ask? Apparently so. He was so absorbed in the cold and his daydream that he nearly hadn't noticed the shady guy sneaking up behind him for the door to the tavern. The brush of the man's clothing against his own alerted him to his presence. Fridgar turned and put a hand out to stop the hooded figure "Whoa, take the hood off first, buddy." he blocked off the entrance, towering over the smaller person. They said nothing and instead turned to walk away. Fridgar remained alert, especially as the man slowed down on his turn, he assumed his fighting stance
He'd expected some form of fight to be made, but not the knife that the hooded fellow drew on him. The blade cut into his leather jacket before Fridgar punched him with a right cross and sent him to the floor, holding his nose. Without a second to spare, Fridgar appropriated the knife and the assailant scrambled to his feet and ran off. 'What the hell?' he asked himself with a smirk and looked to the knife. He didn't know much about knives, only that they were sharp and that you stick people with pointy end, but Rey liked knives. Maybe she'd like this one? he'd have to tell Rufus about the incident at the end of the shift though, maybe not about the fact that he was keeping the knife.
