“Don’t get many visitors round these parts. Specially not
walking in like you,” the shopkeeper said. “Occasionally get important persons
on horseback traveling between Arclight and Edgeland. None stopping by here
though, just passing through.”
The robed stranger grunted. The merchant frowned,
suddenly suspicious of the the low hood hiding the man’s face.
“Where did you say you were from?”
“I didn’t. I’m coming from Frostheight. My mom just
passed. I’m traveling to the funeral.”
“Sorry to hear,” the man said, frown turning to a look of
sympathy.
A trio of men burst through the door, swords drawn and
gleaming.
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