Just leave town.

{if Slept at inn != 1} The night is dark and cold, I chose to leave the village in a hurry and already regret not spending the night at the Inn in a real bed. I move away from Junestown and set camp in the woods I'm not even sure making a fire here is safe so I use magic to warm the air before getting a blanket out of my luggage, Gnash doesn't mind the cold and just stands near a tree motionless. {if Prison break = 1} Gilian is still naked and wounded. There will be no funny business tonight. I still cuddle with her as gently as possible under the cover to keep her warm and get one of my spare shirt out for her to wear the next day. {if companion viviane = 1} Viviane sings a lullaby to put Gilian to sleep and soothe her pains, she already drawn from what little power she has a lot today and the recovery won't be instant. {else} I make her drink the other half of the potion I took from the brigand's bag, I hope it will work. I have no use for a servant too damaged to do anything. {endif} {else} {if Alone != 1} my companion isn't in the mood for much fun. Sleeping on the ground in the dark forest isn't an ambiance for love making, I feel I should have paid for a room at the Inn. {endif} Sleep soon takes his rights and I fall under a deep slumber only to be woken up at dawn by some damn birds chirping in the trees. The camp is soon undone and It is back on the road for another day of this journey. {endif} {endif}

The sun is rising and the road is in front of me, time to see what is left between me and the sky wall mountains.

At mid-day we come to a stop to get some rest and food. (at least I do Gnash doesn't get tired and can go on eating anything. )

{If companion gilian = 1} "How does he looks, you know under the rags and bandages?" Gilian asks me pointing at Gnash.

"let me show you, I hide him not because he's ugly but because of the way people would react to what he is. " I reply.

I make Gnash remove his massive backpack and help him remove all the fabric I used to cover him head to toe that left only holes for his eyes. I only strip him from the waist up, it's enough for her to get an idea.

Gnash is a patchwork of green and blueish flesh . Taller than I am by a head and very muscular, he is hunched forward because of his orc spine. The arenas are popular in Taranis, where creatures from all over the world, criminals and a few insane professionals fight to the **** for the pleasure of the crowd. I used the unlucky ones as materials. I had to patch up pieces of dead bodies, replace internal organs and fit him with a small device holding a Keldrin crystals in his chest. The device and the runes tattooed on both sides of each of the scars made the foreign flesh stick together and the body take life.

"Southern orcs from the plains, ice trolls from the northern wastes, a marvel of biomancy. My masterwork! Sure he's not very fast nor very bright, but I can still improve it. " I tell her. I fear that she will find him monstrous or disgusting but the smile on her face tells otherwise.

"I heard stories about such things but made from humans, rumors of rotting flesh and of never-ending killings to get spare parts. You use troll bits and they regenerate? That's cool. Why did no one did this before?" she asks, running her fingers on the parts where both types of flesh are joined, clearly impressed.

"Mages at the Academy are close-minded old fools. There I propose a tireless worker that won't decay, sleep or disobey, I only have to feed him and he can eat almost everything. A complex creature, fruit of years of research and all they blabber about are that I used flesh from evil races, used forbiden spells or borrowed materials that they are hoarding without ever using them. " I explain, hoping that she will see things from my perspective.

"Don't talk to me about that, it's the story of my life. How many times have I been chased by people for petty things. It's not my fault if they have pretty things they don't use and can't keep them safe. " she replies. I have to admit that I really like this girl, not only does she have a perfect body, but like me she is unencumbered by the senseless moral quandaries most people restrict themselves with. {endif}

I check the map to figure out which of the many path would lead me to the mountains directly. Once I figure it out we go on our way.