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Murdock
To himself, he said aloud...
"What the hell was I thinking? This isn't going to work! I should have known that this crazy lady would not care a thing for me or to teach me a damn thing! She just wants this half-elf, and she must have only let me tag along because of obligation of a promise after I helped her whining ass back home. That's it...I'm outta here. Stupid crazy, freaking people get me all mixed up in their strange love affairs! I have a life to live and need to make an earning anyway I can. I'll go back home. "
In haste, Murdock scribbles a short memo on a scrap of parchment...
Tell the pendejo chiclan that he is one lucky bastard. And my hopes in seeing that fabled city in the desert will never come true.
Murdock
He drapes his cloak around his shoulders and opens the window. Peering down, he sees nobody close by. Murdock leaped out, and made his way down the building. Once there, he passed through the dark alleys that shielded him from sight with the help of his garment and made his way out of the town, heading back to Talever. He would not make the journey in one night, so he went as far as he could and then left the path for about a mile or two and camped under some thick undergrowth of the forest. He held his prized shortsword to his chest, and sat up agaist a tree, hugged in his own cloak, thankful that the rain had stopped. The cloak of shadows, he deemed it. The only real evidence of his short life with a Macadere resident. His blade, he decided to name Zahara, as it cut as gravely as she did. With those last thoughts, he drifted to sleep.
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