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Many paths to tread
May. 4th, 2021 02:54 pmAfter three days of rain, everyones at wit's end. Cold, footsore, bored to death. The twins are worst of all. Speaking in snarls instead of actual words. Kita's amazed they haven't fought. At this point, he'd almost welcome a few zombies. Just to burn everyone's energy.
Mud sucks hungrily at each step. Water finding every nook and cranny. Fires, when they stay lit, are sad and spluttering. Too weak to cook.
Mud sucks hungrily at each step. Water finding every nook and cranny. Fires, when they stay lit, are sad and spluttering. Too weak to cook.
It's Suna who finally brings them a reprieve.
"There's a town ahead. With lodging and a blacksmith."
"Good," sighs Kita. Pulling his cloak tighter. "Lead the way. We all need a dry night."
"Yes, Captain."
The Black Foxes trudge on.
