Night time arrived upon the scene, and it was assured that he couldn’t find much more to entertain himself. Besides, if he doesn’t report that the delivery was done, he could face up to serious consequences. He decided, after all, to go back into the inn room, pack things up and set his way to the closest town that had a guild outpost, which happened to be 1 day away of walk from him. Although, it was at his speed. Most people don’t travel during the night, due to the belief that it is easier to get robbed at that time. However, he liked adventuring dangerously.
Tenen soon felt like if his back wound opens as he fell to the ground, flinching and groaning in pain. He didn’t know what just happened; he was sure that his wounds weren’t important. He soon saw his vision blurred as his blood was a pool around, frozen. He felt touched, and soon, he felt pressure applied on his back, but it was a feeling that he forgot to feel, as he was engulfed in darkness; unconsciousness. It seemed hopeless for him.
One of the villagers that was strolling back to his house saw a man suddenly falling down to the ground. He screamed for help around the village while he applied pressure on the man’s back, waiting for people to help him. Not only that it was urgent, the villager hoped that there was someone suited for such things. One of them soon barged in the tavern, screaming out loud: “If anyone here can help with healing a man, follow me!” and he rapidly went to the bleeding man, hoping someone followed him.
Tenen soon felt like if his back wound opens as he fell to the ground, flinching and groaning in pain. He didn’t know what just happened; he was sure that his wounds weren’t important. He soon saw his vision blurred as his blood was a pool around, frozen. He felt touched, and soon, he felt pressure applied on his back, but it was a feeling that he forgot to feel, as he was engulfed in darkness; unconsciousness. It seemed hopeless for him.
One of the villagers that was strolling back to his house saw a man suddenly falling down to the ground. He screamed for help around the village while he applied pressure on the man’s back, waiting for people to help him. Not only that it was urgent, the villager hoped that there was someone suited for such things. One of them soon barged in the tavern, screaming out loud: “If anyone here can help with healing a man, follow me!” and he rapidly went to the bleeding man, hoping someone followed him.