Rhone

He’s leaving Glacium.
Rhone has always been an outcast. Life in the castle may come with a soft bed and regular food, but that's the only difference he can see from the childhood he spent in the gutter. The assembly fear him. Rhone exists on the fringes of their friendship.
He could have handled that yesterday.
Rhone doesn’t know where he’s going, what his journey will lead to, or if he’ll ever return to the people who can barely tolerate his presence. He is purposeless and alone . . . or would be if the Ire woman with the stupid magnifying eye contraption would take a hint.
Will he always feel ill-equipped because of where he’s from?
Rhone doesn’t want to live as he has been.
He’s at a loss of how to change.