Forgotten not destroyed
Tod* who had evidently been forgotten (by all but Ydalon**) reflected on his life. Consumed by his own worries, he didn't notice that the others had left already. The non-too-bright one - what was his name? Jesson? Jason? it didn't matter - had been talking and asking foolish questions, but then he wandered off. So, he, Tod, was left to his own devices and was feeling summarily bored. They hadn't even set a guard on him; either they were so confident he wouldn't run off, or they could track him down, or they didn't give a cow's behind about their companion. Were they truly naive enough to believe in 'honour'? Meh. Most likely they just didn't care.
He needed some air. And a drink. He doubted they cared enough to even attempt to work out his 'big secret'. He snorted to himself. Stars above, why did he have a craving for fruit?
Forcing himself to his feet, he pushed his way outside and stared at the town. What a pitiful backwater place. Why, anyone might be doing these folk a favour if they burnt it down... ...after all, wasn't there a streak of places burnt to the ground recently? When the arsonists were caught, they were going to burn. He needed a drink. And an apple. With nowhere else to go, Tod just stepped back inside. "Put it on their tab," he said to the barkeep and downed another ale. What a miserable life.
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*The bandit hostage exchange from the previous page; Isokla taken and Tod put in her place to assure her safety...
**Post 121, top of page 4
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