CRivers
Scholar
Calan shuffled into the house and lazily took off his belt hanging it on his bedpost as was custom. He looked down to where his ritual mark had been. He missed it oddly enough. This surprised him since it was a reminder of his failur, a reminder of his death.
he would never know what memories were gone for good, but a flood of memories came back as the mark faded. This made it easier to tell which where his and which were given to him. He looked around the room Jinn was seemingly out for the moment. Calan reaches into his satchel. A letter had arrived for him some time ago but he couldn’t bring himself to read it. But now, now he felt he had to. He recognized the hand writing on the outside his heart ached at the ink scrolled across the parchment.
with a quick motion he slit open the letter with his skinning knife. he carefully pulled out the letter and read it quietly. When finished he folded it up carefully and placed it back into his satchel. He then started to pack a small bag. He would wait till morning to leave of course but he would need to leave none the less and it would be better to travel light.
he would never know what memories were gone for good, but a flood of memories came back as the mark faded. This made it easier to tell which where his and which were given to him. He looked around the room Jinn was seemingly out for the moment. Calan reaches into his satchel. A letter had arrived for him some time ago but he couldn’t bring himself to read it. But now, now he felt he had to. He recognized the hand writing on the outside his heart ached at the ink scrolled across the parchment.
with a quick motion he slit open the letter with his skinning knife. he carefully pulled out the letter and read it quietly. When finished he folded it up carefully and placed it back into his satchel. He then started to pack a small bag. He would wait till morning to leave of course but he would need to leave none the less and it would be better to travel light.
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