You know I missed those horses as soon as we were walking. I mean I've done a ton of walking, it always seems to end up my default method of travel. Also on top of all of that I tend to be walking when I'm going to something I don't want to do. So its a slow method, physically painful, and one full of dread. Sounds like a date with me (ooh self insult!)
The marked one while not exactly a Mordere of conversation topics (that being he doesn't talk and the whole time you wonder if he's about to shoot you) was not a great traveling companion. He got spit on four seperate times, his entire blood line cursed at least twice, and some young woman nearly came to blows with him. I tell you being a nameless executioner of the gods really sucks apparently. People also felt the need to curse me, I guess they figured I was some Marked One in training and they had to get those shots in. Jokes on them I'm marked but in a completely different and shittier way! Wait that doesn't sound as good.
Anyway it was a long boring walk to a very beautiful city that people were waiting to try and kill me at. So like every other walk ever, man thinking about how my life goes that's really sad.
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