“And the other guy…”
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“You mean Ken?”
Ken’s hooded face flashes before your mind.
A man dressed in all black, a robe concealing most of his figure, always a shield on his back and usually nothing more aside from that smile of his. Smiles usually signify warmth and welcoming arms, Ken’s smiles usually meant someone’s innocence was on the line, be it by an awkward hug or a crude joke. All in good fun, however.
He was the newest member of this little family of yours. The oldest out of all of you, yet he seemed no different from you, Hon, and Xi mentally. At times you even questioned if he lied about his age, the possibility of him being a giant from the mountains never left your thoughts. A bit strange, but even he ended up becoming one of your lifelong companions, although it did take a while for the dirty jokes to stop.
Turns out you scare him.
“Hmm…” Hon rubs his temples in contemplation, “I think I caught a glimpse of him heading to Bangor, the village located in the far end of the country.”
“I know where Bangor is, Hon.”
“Right… well, that’s where he was heading. He had some sort of crates on his back or something, big crates. He also seemed to be in a rush, barely looked at me, not even a “Hello” or even a wave.”
Nowadays, commercing is the new biggest fad, a process of trade in which wares are bought in one village and sold in another for profit. You are well experienced in the trials in which commerce entails, spending months with Ken, resident commerceholic, traveling from trade post to trade post in search of the best prices. Those several months were grueling, hours and hours of following Ken’s very footsteps while carrying about forty pounds of spices and herbs on your back. Your traveling buddy was ecstatic to be on the road, telling you stories of old friends and enemies, tales of his greatest accomplishments, and his opinions on the world in general. You, on the other hand, wished that bandits had put you out of your misery.
By the end of the day, though, you had about two million gold pieces, so it did have it’s upsides.
“Where should we go, Rel?”
