Susvey
He emptied his pockets of coins and trinkets he had pick pocketed from the people in the village. He never felt guilty of taking treasure held captive by others, after all he was only freeing the valuables from their greedy masters. That, and he would never know which one of them was out for his neck.
Well, that is only partially true, because although Azar may not know, he could speculate, and his instincts were never wrong.
His hands glided through glistening gold and silver, sorting out his loot. On occasion, Azar would take on a job as help for some of the villagers, but the loot from a treasure hunt was always more rewarding.
His eyes shined, as this had been one of his best treasure hunts since he had settled in Seramia. This was good, for his preparations were almost complete, and he would soon be making his way out of the village. Things had been quiet recently, and Azar knew better than to push his luck.
He needed to leave, and he needed to soon.
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Azar- a prince and a warrior of his own right. Born in a kingdom that dispatches its heirs into life outside the castle walls where they fight to survive, become suspicious of everyone, sabotage their own blood, and look death in the eyes for the next five years of their life. It's a simple, survival of the fittest. The perfect way to determine who will be the next ruler. Someone who will not only burn in the flames of their trials, but rise, like a phoenix.