DATE: BM 98
TIME: Early morning
LOCATION: Aetolia, near a main hub of activity
A trip home, something he didn't indulge in often. It was easier to stay away and go where the jobs took him rather than allowing the sentimental feeling of family draw him back. Family was important, but, he had changed from his time away from home. Changed from his time in which he learned to live as he needed to, molded his strict lifestyle from the Mor tribe into something that fit his situation better. That is what his tribe was known for, as many Laconian's were known for: adaptation to the harshest of natures. Few ever really chose to leave the life they had in the desert, staying away from things that would change them and make them weaker in the eyes of their tribe that lived in the desert. Fortunately, he would not be judged by those eyes of his tribe as his visit purely was for business purposes, settled in the main city of Jupiter, the main hub of activity. He didn't fit in here, though this was his planet, he no longer fit into any of the cities or tribes. Not even in the Mor clan would he fit in, he had changed far too much from his travels. And that suited him just fine, with no desire to venture away from his job and into the desert to see where the clan had settled. It would take a year, at the very least, to find them and that would be if he was lucky. It could have even been to the point where he would never find him. It didn't bother him the slightest. That was simply the way things were, and if he had wanted to be able to find them again, he would have stayed and never made the journey away from home. In his eyes, that would be a weakness, to turn down his own desires in order to remain complacent in where he was, to remain comfortable. Everyone understood why he left, but, no one truly understood the depths of it all. It suited him just fine.
His gaze considered the walls of the city, the homes in which people lived in, the lavish lifestyle that they all prided themselves over and he felt his brows furrow in displeasure. Such things were a waste, unneeded, and he didn't understand the nature of the Aetolian people, and why they sought to be so much like the Venusians. He understood the desire for beauty, the appeal that it held as he, too, enjoyed beautiful things now and again. But, his enjoyment was far different than their desires to be beauty, to be desired. He would never share his time with a Venusian, or an Aetolian for that matter. There were too many things that were involved with them that he didn't quite enjoy. Speaking of Aetolia, it would be better for him to focus on his job. The man he was trailing, along with a few others, apparently felt the need to bring bodyguards with him in the city. It was an easy job, it paid a lot, and he could do it with his eyes closed if he thought about it. It would probably be more of a challenge that way. Considering the man a moment longer, he then allowed his gaze to divert in a consideration of his surroundings. There was nothing that looked like a threat, and he simply felt his employer was paranoid, but he would never voice such thoughts out loud. It simply wasn't in his nature.
They reached their destination, and two of the other guards were then brought in with the man, while Feren was instructed to scout and check the surrounding for threats before he would again join the group, but stay away as a sort of shadow. This sort of work appealed to him better, and he wouldn't need to listen to the mindless chatter that the man considered business. He didn't even speak to give confirmation that he had heard his task, merely breaking away from the group as if he had never been with them, simply someone who had happened to be walking at the same pace as the others. He was the only Jovian of the group, and that made appearances easier to fake. But, the fact that he was Laconian may have hinted something. He didn't doubt that the average Aetolian would be able to spot that he wasn't from Aetolia, but, they'd never really guess what part of Jupiter he was from. If they were the normal Aetolian, if they weren't, it would be a different matter entirely.
He considered all the angles as he walked, searching for a threat, searching for someone that sought to harm his employer. Though he was not fond of the man, he would do his job as expected, and personal feelings would never even come into play. The man had treated him well, and was paying well, and didn't generally do something that he considered to be unprofessional. It wasn't as if the man was apart of the mission itself, he simply wanted protection and the mission was protection. He followed their advice when it was given and there was no room for complaints on Feren's part. Even if there were, he would have voiced them but continued to do the job that he was paid to do. No threats were found, but, his scouting of the area was far from finished. And he figured, the better of a job that he did to prevent something from happening, the faster that he'd be able to leave Jupiter.