Fei sat against a sandbleached wall in Bledavik, idly rubbing somebruises he'd sustained fighting Sandsharks out in the desert. He wondered how everyone was doing. Sigurd, Bart, Margie, Citan, Elly, all of them. Elly in particular. He hadn't seen her for much longer than the others, and would arguably care to the most.

He hadn't seen the Yggdrasil in a while... not that it was of tremndous consequence... he'd basically been wandering around Bledavik for months now, occasionally stealing food from street vendors and sneaking into vacant hotel rooms through the upper story window, then sneaking out the next morning. If there were no rooms, he'd taken to hiding in the sewer to avoivd soldiers patrolling to clean out the homeless.

It wasn't exactly as convenient as staying on the Ygg... it'd been so long, he'd almost forgotten how exactly he got stranded out here... if there was any one result, though, he was wholly more apathetic towards people. He noted this to himself, while casually, snatching an apple from a cart and breaking off into a run down a series of alleyways, eventually scurrying down the grate into the sewer, where he could eat his ill gotten prize in peace. Didn't exactly smell good down here... he didn't smell good, either. No way to bathe.

Yup... kinda sucked. Long fall from grace. And considering he didn't have much grace to begin with...

He threw the gnawed away apple into the sewer stream, clambering back up and out through the grate. So, this is what its come to, for the past couple months... Fei Fong Wong; Thief, Contact, Sewer Rat.