I hate having to travel by carriage. Even more so when that carriage is overloaded with all of my stuff and happened to have been packaged by me (I'm a terrible packer). So you can picture me leading this horse drawn cart over mostly just rubble strewn roads (remember a war had just been fought in the new lands of the Guard) cursing at the fortune that I had been dealt. Honestly I had no idea where I was going, it had been literally centuries since I had been an actively living person in the hole that was the country I found myself in, and most of the places I knew about were either destroyed, changed, or destoryanged (its a word).
So of course I found myself gravitating towards Rosetia, at the very least I'd been there before and I kind of knew Valrym even if he hated me (to know Lorentino is to hate him). Though I didn't know how the city had faired in the war, I figured it would be first in line for restoration post war due to it being a trade destination years previous. I was a bit worried though, because it wasn't exactly a short journey, and the War had turned most of the land between the divide and civilization into broken twisted areas filled with creatures best to never have seen the light of day, and bandits hoping to make a quick buck off people hoping to make it rich on the rebuilding (like myself for example).
So picture me in my overloaded carriage on empy broken roads hoping to make it to a city before something bad happened. Yeah you can probably imagine where the next entry will go, but I'm going to delay it becuase I'm a jerk like that (aren't you lucky?)
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