Open Roads to a Destination

[Erik Vrell]

Erik got to his feet and stretched, glad to have his body intact. 
"God I missed depth perception." He muttered to himself. The psychic's skin still seemed sensitive after the intense sunburn, but Erik knew it was just in his head. He looked back on the Hero's Graveyard, wondering if he had done well. He decided that he had done all he could, but deep down he was slightly dissapointed. Erik had wanted to be the one to save the spirit, or at least assist in doing so. In the end, he had to be content with killing the guardian. 

Erik stood up, glad to feel the familiar weight of Mageslayer on his hip. He had missed his blade while in the graveyard. He quickly decided to never let the sword out of his sight again. Erik would be distraught if he had lost it. The psychic was unsure of what his next move would be. He was too ashamed to face New Babylon after his death at the siege and was uninterested in using his dataverse device to find something to do. That was too simple, too... Convenient. Erik wanted to find adventure for once. The psychic spotted a shadowy figure not too far away and, barely noticing those nearby, approached the figure. As Erik drew near, he recognised Demetri Malius. Erik was unsure of how he thought of the thief. One on hand, he had assisted the talking rodent in attacking Victor, which would normally have put him on bad terms with Erik, but he had also assisted in the assault on New Babylon, which Erik was grateful for. Regardless of his disposition towards Demetri, Erik was bored.  
"Hello thief," Erik said to Demetri. "No offence intended, of course. I am bored, what are you doing at the moment, and may I join in?" The psychic asked bluntly.