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A soft fire was lit at the center of them all at a clearing that was clearly meant for wagons to come in from. Their camp was at the immediate outskirt of the city, placing one of the hovels to one side of their company. Such was a recommendation of Adok for it easily eliminated one of the many ways ambushers could try to approach them.
Every other direction Lucian noted was stark empty of potential routes. There was barely any tree cover for beasts to hide behind and Mannslieb made stalking impossible. Yet the people of this village seemed to fear that an immediate invasion was upon their doorstep.
Taking a piece of wood Lucian threw it into the fires. The flames caressed the plant flesh but did not quickly catch them. Such was probably because the logs that they got were waterlogged and would need some time to dry out.
Lucian gazed towards the lizards. Stacked upon one another even while they were sleeping Lucian could not help but admit the Skink was at its cutest when Morr’s blessing took him. He had seen and heard that people tended to look younger when they were sleeping, so was this because the Skink looked younger right now?
He did not worry about that now. His eyes gazing around the area once again to see if there was any stalkers nearby. Where many times before he did not catch any Lucian noticed something that was different near one of the buildings.
A crouched figure whose skin was white in the light of Mannslieb. When the Knight had noticed the man from afar he noticed that the figure did not run. Instead it simply got up and started walking towards him.
There was no rush or anger in these movements. Instead Lucian noticed that it was a man walking on three legs. When he arrived in the light of the campfire the caine was revealed for what it was.
He looked upon Lucian with solemn eyes and a beard that was running down towards his chin. If Lucian had to guess the man might have been a hermit but such things were beyond him.
As he spoke a cough began to come up from his lungs “H-hello there, fair Knight. I welcome you to g-Gannat.” It seemed that the man was not managing his issue very well.
“Who are you?” Lucian asked as his hand was already resting upon his Scythe.
“I am Peter, the Village Elder.” The man said as he took a seat at the edge of the Campfire, “I had seen the light of your fire and thought my doom had come. Shallya blessed I am still alive.”
“It is Morr who governs who lives or dies.” Lucian told the man firmly, “He has allowed you to live for this long, so maybe you can answer a few of my questions for his mercy.”
