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Zhyle grimaced. "That would be nice. I would rather not get my head ripped off every night." he commented sarcasticly. What were those demons!? One thing was for certain, this wasn't like shooting pigeons back home. These things wanted to kill him. Bad.

He shifted nervously in his saddle and patted his horse's neck. She had done well, she had taken quite the bumps and bruises, and he knew she was dead tired, like all of their valueble steeds, and she would need time to recover. But with the look at this town, maybe they could stay here for a while. Well, any way, they would be forced to. Zhyle reached down and touched his purse inside his pocket, far too light than he would like, but that was life.

But then again, who was he kidding. He kept saying "we", what "we" was there. This seemed to be a temporary alliance after all, until they reached civilization. A noble like the girl over there could be taken in by a lord or a lady as a tutor or somthing, and the old man seemed to be the scholarly type too. But him, eh. He was a farmer. He would have to find his own niche here. But, for now, it didn't seem like the others had the same idea, and for that, he was grateful. Because as much as he wasn't going to say it, he had no IDEA what he was doing at such a place as this city.