Sitting on the grass at the edge of the River Walk Park, Miach was looking at the Tower Bridge and the flowing water, unmoving. His mind was going back to a few years ago, when he had met Councilor Rosh around here, only to see the man disappear slightly afterwards. Now he knew what had happened to him. A Soul Jar... nobody deserved that.
Would that happen to him if he stayed here ? Was the city too dangerous ? But would he dare leave it ? Start anew again someplace else ? The Acanthus knew himself too well. He was too cowardly to do it by himself. It was only the shock of Menwel's death that had stirred him into doing something as rash as moving... and there he was, fearing to leave, fearing to stay. What to do, now ?