Kintla Flatlands now I'm chained

There was a stranger ahead, and this man truly did put 'strange' in the word. Leonore felt she had reason to be weary; was he ill? Would he infect, or worse, attack her?

The reasonable thing to do would be turning tail and slipping away, and yet she found herself frozen in place. It was impossible not to watch him as he dragged himself across flatlands, the thought that a vulture may come to peck at him crossing Leonore's mind.

Eyeing lands to the west, she wondered if it may be best to go looking for familiar faces.