[One of Sam's good deeds happened to be in a certain Cadens alleyway, right as the eclipse happened. The populace, at first, were in awe of the spectacle. At first. There had been sounds of amazement, sounds of wonder, as well as brief flurries of conversation about the hows and whys of the eclipse, what the event actually was- and sheer wonder at it all.
At least, at first. As the minutes had turned into a half-hour, the brief conversations had started to grow anxious. Even before the first hour had truly passed, that anxiety was starting to turn to fear. People questioned- a first in whispers, but then louder and louder- if this was another attack(?) upon the capital, and disconcertingly, Cloud had picked up more than a few people openly discussing if this was Solvunn's doing.
Dispersing them hadn't been easy. Panic was starting to set in, and it made the citizenry less compliant and more forceful, more stubborn- and Cloud's unit not exactly playing ball with getting off their asses and doing something didn't help.
He'd found himself unsupported, not backed up in the slightest when it came to convincing the populace that they needed to go home.
What did help, though? Sam.
Cloud, personally, had been amazed. That this guy- who he'd pegged as a behind the scenes type, suddenly emerged from nowhere and started directing people, even motivating the rest of the guards to get up and start escorting people back to where they belonged before their panic and confusion could escalate.
...And he did it a damn sight better than he ever could. That was for sure.
So it's on a rare day off that Cloud finds himself entering the same broken down, beat up old building that he'd visited some time ago, to see him. ...To thank him, he guessed- and also- well, actually, to try and learn a little more about him.
Without ceremony, he bangs on the door. And he waits.]
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At least, at first. As the minutes had turned into a half-hour, the brief conversations had started to grow anxious. Even before the first hour had truly passed, that anxiety was starting to turn to fear. People questioned- a first in whispers, but then louder and louder- if this was another attack(?) upon the capital, and disconcertingly, Cloud had picked up more than a few people openly discussing if this was Solvunn's doing.
Dispersing them hadn't been easy. Panic was starting to set in, and it made the citizenry less compliant and more forceful, more stubborn- and Cloud's unit not exactly playing ball with getting off their asses and doing something didn't help.
He'd found himself unsupported, not backed up in the slightest when it came to convincing the populace that they needed to go home.
What did help, though? Sam.
Cloud, personally, had been amazed. That this guy- who he'd pegged as a behind the scenes type, suddenly emerged from nowhere and started directing people, even motivating the rest of the guards to get up and start escorting people back to where they belonged before their panic and confusion could escalate.
...And he did it a damn sight better than he ever could. That was for sure.
So it's on a rare day off that Cloud finds himself entering the same broken down, beat up old building that he'd visited some time ago, to see him. ...To thank him, he guessed- and also- well, actually, to try and learn a little more about him.
Without ceremony, he bangs on the door.
And he waits.]