Akira took a deep a breath and let it out, enjoying this one peaceful moment before he had to get back to his duties which frankly was...nothing.
Sighing he got up and brushed the sand off his pants and did a quick spell to make the water soaked into them vaporize by the small fire spell before walking up and brushed his feet off one by one before putting them into his boots and bending down to pick up his armor like vest and red trench coat. Akira then began walking toward his home and toward boredom. He still claimed himself as a Knight of Hallardin even though those pesky obnoxious Healers during the last war decided they could nothing and when he pulled through he was pissed that they then wouldn't let him fight anymore.
With an angry sigh over what happened he glanced down at the medium sized scar that was on the left side of his chest just above his heart. A grievous wound indeed. He then put on the vest and threw his coat on just as his boot feet hit the pavement and the waking city of Hallardin.