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Chapter #3

On the Road

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You had inherited the family farm after your parents had succumbed to disease. Lonely and lacking help, your farm was a easy target for raiders.

Waking up to a beaming light and loud screaming, you peered out to see a band of savages ruining your crops and home.

You grabbed small sentimental belongings and escaped through a window. Ruining through the tree-line you grew sad that is was all gone.

Months Later

You survived day to day, roaming unfamiliar lands in search of nothing.

After some unsuccessful hunting trips, you were tired and famished.

As night grew darker, you stumbled trying to reach a town.

Eventually a light in the distance appeared. You mustered your strength and made a bee line for it.

As the picture became more clear, you saw a small inn with smoke appearing from the chimney.

You proceed inside to see a completely empty tavern.

Beginning to worry, you look around.

"Hello? Ah a customer! Please anywhere you like".

A sweet but very toned and tall Germanic looking woman welcomed you.

"Oh what terrible condition you're in. Please have some water".

She nursed you back to better health with that a small piece of bread.

You ask for a meal and she prepares it.

After devouring the hearty and savory meal, she approaches you.

"So dear, that will be a few shillings". She gave you a warm smile but it soon faded as your pockets contained no coins.

Sat on the bench you apologize, looking up into her blue eyes.

She sighs and gently grabs the back of your head.

SLAP SLAP SLAP

The pain was intense but short lived. What surprised you more than the slaps but the hidden excitement you got from it.

There was a moment of silence as you both held eye contact.

"Sorry but did I hear you had no money".

You gulp and apologize again. You explain how you can work for her and pay it off and get some more meals as well.

"Ha! Like I need the extra hands. I barely see anyone as is".

She then looks around then examines the bottom of her sole.

"Tell you what... if you want to sweep all the debris off the floor and shine these tables then consider the meal paid off".

Right away you get to work.

The woman goes to the fireplace and kicks up her soles to warm them. She then hums a old tune to accompany the cracking of the fire.

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