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Chapter 1: Awake

Slowly, his eyes opened. He blinked rapidly, the midday sun stinging as he came back into consciousness. It took him a few moments to remember where he was. The lush meadow stretched out before him, small yellow flowers were everywhere, giving the surrounding area a yellow tinge. Valoran, specifically his home village of Baratash in the spring.

"Hey there sleepy head." A brunette girl said as she rose off his chest.

He could remember her face, however her name escaped him.

"Hi." He said in response.

"How was your nap?" She asked as she lay down and wriggled up next to him.

"Great." he replied.

The scene, was absolutely perfect.

Suddenly, a cold bucket of water hit his face. He awoke in a small pigpen in a town.

"Get out of here" the annoyed owner said.

"Sorry." Was his response as he gathered his small bag of supplies and got out if the mud.

"Damn freeloaders." He heard the man mutter as he walked away.

The grimy town spread out before him. It wasn't one of particular beauty, but was a well visited town. Being situated at the crossing between two major trade routes was to main reason as to why the town had developed so quickly, and was the reason as to why it had attracted so many merchants. People of all kinds grouped here, selling their individual items and wares. He walked a short way down the road and stretched his muscle, sleeping on the floor in the muck was terrible. He raised his hands to his messy hair and dragged it through. It caught in his fingers and hurt. He tugged, and eventually got it free, a small twig falling out.

"Far out, I better go get cleansed up." he thought to himself. He recalled a map of the town, and moved off in the direction of the tavern.

"There should be somewhere to clean up there." He reasoned

After a short walk, he arrived at the door, placing his hand on it. He took a deep breath, and pushed his way inside. The tavern was in the state of any tavern after a busy night. Some people lay scattered around, and some slumped over, a hard night of drinking taking it's hold. The people who were passed out were accompanied by a few others, those that had already awoken, and were shuffling around aimlessly, and a smaller amount of people who had begun drinking again, trying their own separate ways to remove the hangover that hung around them. No one took much notice of him, but a few people looked up and others wriggled, irritated by the disturbance. He walked up to the bar and an early drinker looked up at him. The man had a deep scowl plastered on his face, which had three large scars down the left cheek.

The lady at the bar smiled at him, and asked; "You in here looking for an early drink too? Sure looks like you need it."

"No thank you, just a place to wash up, please."

"No worries darlin'. But I am going to ask you to be quick."

"Don't worry, I'll be in and out in no time."

"What ever you say luv'. This way please."

She lead him a short way out the back and to a small bathroom. Not the cleanest, but it was something.

"Thank you," he said, and entered the room.

He pumped some water into the bowl, and bent over it. He looked up into the mirror.

"You look like shit, mate" he thought. He pushed his head under the water and started to rub his hands on it. Resurfacing for air not long after, he grabbed a rag from his pack, and wet it. Scrubbing his hair and head, he tried to get as much muck out of it as he could. After about five minutes, he heard the scuffling of boots.

"He is in there." Was what he heard come out of the tavern lady's mouth.

"Oi!" He heard a man shout. "Open up!"

"Yeah, open this door and come out slowly" he heard another man say.

"Do it now, and you won't get hurt." The first speaker said.

"Open up murderer!" The second man said.

And so, he looked down at his bags and started to grab at the armour that lay inside.

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