Young Writers Society

It's too soon for this to die.

Validen

I leave the little run-down tavern where I had been hiding before dusk and the rushing in of all the regular patrons. Sylfaeth, the tavern-keeper gives me an inquisitive look, but I slam down a coin onto his table and he nods and turns away.

Knowing better than to walk on the broad roads to Camelot, I slip off the paths once I am out of the town and into the reaches of forest.