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The sky was dimly lit with the morning sun, the ever present moisture still hung in the air around the quiet town. It was
just beginning to wake up, signs of life appearing slowly, like bits and pieces of a puzzle slowly coming together. There
was the meow of a cat in the distance, followed by the opening of shutters and the all too common sounds of a rug getting
the dust beaten from deep within it.
As I stood on the porch of the old smith's house, I could see Reid sitting in his father's rocking chair, that old pipe
in his hands, his glossy eyes examining the hand carved designs. Koi was leaning up against the smoldering fireplace, arms
crossed and his head down, hair obscuring his face. I could feel a deep sorrow float over the house, and I knew it was time
for me to leave.
It would seem that Fargus finally squealed on me. I stand in disbelief, holding the letter in my hand; Barren was taken
to the capital city to lure me there. There was little I could do but walk right into the trap that they've set for me.
Without another word, I turned around, dropping the letter on the porch and making my way to the garage.
Quickly I equipped myself with all the necessities that I always brought with me on my missions, crossbow, sword, armor,
med supplies, and a pouch for any fruits and nuts I was to find, etc. I mounted my mare, Angel, and I was off.
I rode off to the gates of the town, not looking back once as I passed through the wooden doors. The moisture in the
air dampened my face and stung my eyes, making me squint to see. I don't know how long I've lived here without it bothering
me, but right now it was one of the biggest hassles I would endure in this part of the country. My hair stuck to me and Angel,
who grew up in this part, didn't seem to mind the moisture. I would never complain to her face but, her unpleasant odor was
magnified by the damp environment.
Making it out of the forest wasn't the problem; it was the river I would have to cross up ahead that worried me. I wasn't
a ranger, just a mercenary, I wasn't as skilled with the environment as some were, I might have to enlist in help. Once the
thought of help came to mind, I remembered Kin. What could she be doing?
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