And so they arrived.

[Strazio Rockwell]

Strazio frowned. Minas Tirith towered before him and his companions. Gargantuan white walls formed concentric bulwarks around the city. Strazio’s pace slowed as they made their way across the gently sloping road that led to the city.

“Something wrong?” Malon asked.

Strazio shook his head, “no, I just don’t like big cities is all.”

“Why not?”

Strazio did not answer right away. The boy had spent most of his life sleeping in the wilderness underneath the stars. Magick was abhorrent and mages were aberrations, hated and hunted. Strazio’s tempestuous temper made it hard for him to keep his power hidden and a life of isolation was not only preferred, but necessary if he was to survive. Despite this he swallowed his fear and reminded himself that the Omniverse was bit more varied than his homeland.

“No reason,” he answered, “I just don’t like being that close to so many people, it’s annoying.”

Gamzee threw his arm around Strazio, “ah, it won’t be so bad, Strawso, there is lotsa mirth in a place like that.”

“Fuck off Gamzee,” he said.