Walk it Off

I hate walking, I hate owing people things, and I most certainly hate the rain which started not too long after leaving the canyons formerly of Morley and Fizzle. This was also my fault for not properly dressing before I left, I mean I got a new robe from Fizzle and some boots (stylish yet refined, and too freaking small, its not like shorties have to have smaller feet than regular people, fizzle just apparently did, becuase he's stupid), there was a coat there, but I figured since it had been hot and arid in the canyons the rest of the world would follow suit.  I was completely wrong as usual.

So within a few hours I looked like a drown rat wandering the country looking for a town, or Morley, or something else to distract me and leave Morley to his fate (if he wasn't already dead its not like Aloitious had any reason to keep him around once he had him, it was certainly in his best interest to kill him early in my experience). And so I walked, leery of seeing anything in the distance lest it be someone looking for me, or a creature time forgot, or someone else who needed my damn help (yes I know I said I was looking for a distraction, but not that kind of distraction). Thankfully there was nothing, just the usual empty green plains of this part of Ronerawth and the hateful rain soaking my very nature, keeping me awake at night (no tent, again I was genius here).

As I walked I could at least feel my ribs finally healing, despite all the days I've made them suffer they started relenting in their aching soreness.  It was one of the few good things about my trip, though the cold I picked up from being in the rain and the wet certainly didn't help things.  Any chance of me being stealthy went out the window when I let loose a hacking cough (not like I've ever been stealthy anyway). I did finally come to a ramshackle town in the middle of what appeared to be about six roads leading in different directions.  I can only assume the town formed because of their position on the road ways, though there weren't any train tracks, either becuase it would be too difficult to reach the area, or its importance had diminished since the invention of rail.

Either way it served me because it meant they would be more out of touch than other towns (no telegraph lines either) and less likely to be aware of my fugitive status.  I found one of two inn's in town and purchased a room for minimal coin (no need to draw attention to myself with spending a lot, also I'm cheap).  It was nice to get out of the rain and take off my sopping clothes.  While I laid down to figure out my next move, I stopped to consider just letting Morley die, but I realized that he was the kind of guy that in death would only get stronger.  So if I didn't help him because I owed him, I helped him because I feared what he would become if he died.  I really need to hope Morley never finds this journal, or I'm so dead (the dick references alone!).