I've never really had a thing about stealing other peoples stuff. Its sometimes out of necessity less actual want for theft, but I'll admit I've stolen more than a few things out of petty desires expressed inappropriately. Morality aside (my normal motto on everything), my particular theft of the hopefully dead brothers horse (hopefully dead because if he wasn't I'm sure he was sad to be without his horse) was really great for me.
The horse itself was a nice change of pace from walking everywhere (screw you pricker bushes!) and it had supplies, most importantly a robe! True the robe didn't really fit me (too big, I don't know if it was meant to fit over the armor, or if the guy who had the horse before was just fat), but I stopped being so damn naked. The downside of the robe is now I looked like your stereotypical bad guy (riding a horse solo, dressed in a robe, dark sin, that last one is sadly perception and not reality alas). So I took to riding at night to hopefully dissuade armed people from killing me (and thus play more into fears I am a bad guy, look sometimes I do the dumber option this should be apparent to you).
I didn't run across anymore flesh creatures, or people for quite a while. It had me wondering if maybe the only people left were on the coasts and I was just wondering through deserts for nothing (sadly not the first time, though those stories have been lost to the sands of... BORING I'M NOT WRITING THEM DOWN!) Thankfully I did find people, unfortunately they were total dicks. I swear thats all the lands of the east is made up of, bumpkins and jack asses. Maybe I should write a history of the area and name it that... Anyway tomorrow as always I'll go into talking to more jerks, because thats all I ever do it seems, never nice people who only want to help. Just dicks.
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