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I have truly been lucky. Everywhere I go I et nice people. Ever since encountering that kind soul that lent a horse near Eaglevein.
There were so rchants, so rcenaries, so vagrants, and even so bandits. Yet all were kind, yes even the latter! At first, I was extrely confused but then it dawned on .
One, I am blind.
Two, I am obviously broke.
Three, I am on the back of a horse I clearly do not own. It is armored and probably wearing so renowned family's emblem (read intimidating). After all, no normal civilian would simply gift a horse to the first beggar that showed up!
My quest for the white wolf and her master continues. I do have one worry. I may be blind, but I still have ears. Form it stems this worry of mine: apparently, there is war. I an I knew, but I heard it has intensified.
Every day I never know when I will be stopped by so group or another. But for now, I will simply keep going. In any case, I have no clue myself where I am heading. I am following the horse's instinct.
Funny how I used to divine every little thing. That was how I made my assassinations. Now not only have I quit divining (not by choice) but my own dwindling fate is in the hand of a horse!
The previous would have never accepted such a thing. I used to be arrogant, I used to be proud, I used to be able-bodied. It all crumbled on that accursed day. That is when I realized how trash I am.
If I've learned one thing it's that it's fine to be proud until it isn't. They say heroes are valiant and all, but let's face it they are simply overpowered arrogant bastards most of the ti and that's fine.
Suddenly we stop. Focusing I can hear the low murmurs, I can hear how open the place is, right before we stopped there was the sound of hooves on the stone ground.
I can feel the presence of many villagers and I can hear the stares. Yes, I can. There is a certain way people look at a beggar like on a majestic-looking horse. There is the pausing of the conversations, the breathes getting held. Yes, what I hear is silence.
Then cos the sound of footsteps, the thumping respiration, and finally the nervous voice of a man.
"H-hello S-sir, what can we of this small town do for you? I-I am the mayor of this place!"
"Do not worry. I am simply passing through in search of soone. I'm looking for a kind and ordinary man accompanied by a small white wolf."
"S-sir, we have seen no such individual at all, would you kindly wait while I regroup the village to inquire about it?"
"I can wait as long as it takes. Right, is there anywhere I can draw water near to quench my thirst?"
"S-sir, let guide you to our local tavern!"
"I do not have money, sadly."
"N-no worries, Sir! It is on the house! We are simply being hospitable!"
I simply nod. Sotis I wonder. I never was a 'good' person, ever. It never bothered either for I had the strength to back it up. But ever since falling from grace I am starting to realize that people seem friendlier now.
I'm not used to this, but I need to admit it did bring a new perspective on life. I find solace in the fact that I am sowhat learning new things even in my current state.
Before long, I'm sitting at a tavern counter. I can sll the rich fragrance of the wood. I can sll whiffs of beer. I can sll a rancid odor in the background. I can hear faint noises from the custors.
They were enthusiastically talking, but they have stopped. I figure they are looking outside at the horse.
They say your other senses beco sharper when you lose your vision. I can safely attest it is bullshit. Ah, but there is so truth to it. You learn to interpret the signals better. Nowadays I use my secondary senses way more than in the past.
"S-sir, please order anything! It will be on the house! I'll go ask the others very quickly!"
Then the mayor leaves and before long a beer mug finds its way to . I guzzle it, feeling the refreshing liquid pass through my throat. Refreshing! I have been riding for a while.
"Ah, can soone please give so water to my horse too?"
I can hear a long silence. It usually is like that. It is rare to see soone with a lone horse on this continent, most are used for carriages. In such a case there is always soone that takes care of them.
Before long a volunteer goes out. That is when I hear soone drag a chair next to .
"Hey there, what brings you here?"
"Hello there. Just traveling in search of soone, what about you? You aren't from this village either, right?"
"Oh? Just traveling in search of history. Just a librarian, what about you?"
"Eh, just a blind wanderer."
"What about the peculiar horse?"
"It was a gift to help on my journey. I got it in Eaglevein. To be honest, you probably know more about it than . You see it dislikes being touched. I don't even know what it looks like haha"
"How interesting! Who are you looking for then?"
"A man with a small white wolf. I've been looking-"
*CRASH*
"You! What did you say?! Did you say a white wolf?!"
This is the first ti this happens! Does this man know the one I'm looking for? Soon I hear the sound of another chair getting dragged over, then an excited young man's voice.
"Quick! Tell everything you know about him! Where is he? What has he been up to? What about Wolfie? Ah, he had a uni- donkey with him too, right?!"
"Honestly, I know nothing at all about them besides their appearance. Not that useful for a blind man haha. Even if they were in front of , I wouldn't know haha."
"Ah! What happened to your eyes?"
"It's simple really I tried divining about the small wolf. That is why and when I lost my vision."
"Y-you, you an?! Are you looking for revenge?!"
"Haha, you are overthinking this. I just have questions, so many questions. The worst that will happen once we et is I will perish. Not a big deal compared to my current existence really."
Just as we are getting into the conversation, the librarian interrupts.
"Actually, I think I know where he is."
"You do?!"
"Seriously?!"
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