To The Village

I carried my father on my back as we made our way to the village. I knocked on the door of the practitioner's house who answered with a sleepy annoyance and hurried us inside when he saw the state of my father.

We put him on a bed and the left him in the practitioner's care. I tried to offer him what gold kalacans I had on me but he refused saying the two were close friends.

We reported the incident to the mayor who said he would investigate in the morning and left for the local inn.

I paid with what gold kalacans I could for a room, my mother and sister shared a single bed while I slept on the wood floor.

I felt drained, physically and emotionally, and the hard floor didn’t bother me as I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.