Casually strolling around, Seth watched the city with an indifferent look, his immaculate butler uniform not matching the lazy posture he carried himself with. Although he no longer needed to wear the butler uniform, having only donned it during his time serving under Tyrak, it was comfortable and not terrible for travel, of course, only possible because he was the one who made it himself, not allowing someone else to make him subpar clothing.
Looking up at the sky, at the midnight moon, he sighed in boredom. Crafting artefacts could only hold his attention for so long before he needed to do something else to calm his mind; the strain at his level was overwhelming. Yet Danmor, for everything it had, was also incredibly dull. The Vine Tower was filled with things he probably already owned or could make; the colosseum hosted blood sports that didn't pique his fancy, and the rest of the city usually relied on Lessers, something he didn't enjoy too much.
