Great Bear Wilderness in our town the hangman came, smelling of gold and blood and flame

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to her slight surprise, he agrees to accompany her. nevermind that she does not know his name just yet. true company was a luxury rarely afforded to the girl and perhaps some part of her was quite glad he obliged her request. the mere ghost of a smile caressed her maw, and even that, she was careful not to show. 

careful not to place any stenuous pressure on the wound, she limped forth in the direction of his indication -- disregarding the fact that she had believed it to be the other way initially. scylla glances to her travelling partner. big bloody scars disrupted his features. the mark of a warrior or a fool? her father had been both. it cautioned her and yet, against her better judgement, intrigued her.