Ugly Inc : Chapter 4 : Tine Paths
Buto wandered alone in the city after leaving the Den. For most this would be a dangerous prospect, and for Buto it might still have been, but most lurkers in the dark would look for easier targets than the shuffling blue monstrosity that was Buto.
Buto likely wouldn’t have noticed a pickpocket who approached, he was deep in thought. They would delve into danger again, not for clink or for fame, but to save the lizard man whose mouth was too big for his own good. Nevermind that Buto’s own stubborn, brutish way was just as likely to get him into trouble. Buto hoped this risk, for it wasn’t really a job, not in the normal sense, was worth it.
Buto had considered going to the market with Ash and the others the following day, but he was saving his precious coin for now. He wouldn’t really admit to himself consciously why, but his heart knew. His head also knew, and those thoughts of unworthiness sprung up unbidden often. Did he really think he could buy his way into her graces? The family’s graces? They’ll never accept one like you. So be it.
Buto was not meant for standing still and doing nothing, though. Always moving forward, towards a destiny that he couldn’t quite see or understand. And on that front, something was happening to him. Ever since his bouts of anger changed he could feel it. Something was there that wasn’t exactly him, but at the same time, it was.
Buto eventually found his way back to his spartan room at the Citadel and, curling up on an extra large bed they had thankfully been able to procure for him (it seems many of the fighters at the citadel had similar problems), the big blue meanie promptly fell into a mostly dreamless sleep.
Buto rose early the following day and, after a hearty breakfast and filling his pack with rations, made his way back to the Den to join the others.