[Salone]

"I don't care what's here."

Na'lsa muttered under his breath as he approached one of the dwellings, sizing up the door. A quick feel of the door knob told him that it was locked. Frowning, he turned away from the door...

And a second later his leg went crashing through as the heavy wood was thrown from its hinges. It was a childish display of the raw power he had acquired, but under his skin he brimmed with a power begging to be used, like a racehorse demanding to run. He surveyed the dusty entrance way for only a moment before shouting towards the sky.

"Is someone here?! Does someone occupy this hovel?!"

He took a moment to breathe, reigning himself in. The heart he had consumed had granted him an immense surge of raw power and might, but the energy of it was changing him, begging him to execute the power he had been bestowed. Like the mad Priest before him, what he had been granted should be used, lest it not be wasted by time itself.