A shield to protect and the sword is drawn to slay whoever it is that it targeting you. Your reflex to draw your own steel appears fast enough. That is when you hear the sound that is familiar, the sound of steel being drawn. It is a dark night and you need to find an inn or tavern to sleep in for the night.
A sigh escapes your lips as you put the cloth away and begin to move further into the city. They promptly left you here without a care. You had used the last of your gold to pay the caravan for getting you here. Looking at the cloth that held what was once your families banner, a simple design overall, but it was all you had left. You were met with hardships time and time again.
March for Calradia - 1.2 A Merchant's Request
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