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'It is been so long since we last saw everyone, isn't it?'
She glanced to the old Mabari hound sleeping by her side in the bedroll, snoring in a low, calm pace. His ears twitched at her question and he simply snorted, back to his sleep.
'Okay, I get, you want to rest. I won't talk anymore.'
A sigh escaped her mouth while turning on the bedroll, back to back with Jäger. The cold night was slightly more bearable with her faithful and loyal friend around, but her resolve towards her mission was starting to crumble. Too many leads, too many dead ends, too many years away from Vigil's Keep and her duties. Lying down like that, only the starry sky above her head, brought back memories of her days during the Blight. The fighting was harsh, relentless and cruel and she barely had her hope to keep going, but she wasn't alone. Neria had her companions... friends to fight by her side and to support her in the darkest moments. If there was something to be missed about those distant days, her friends were it, certainly.
She closed her eyes and slowly slipped to a dreamless sleep.
Neria woke up, cold, trying to understand when the ground had become so rocky under her bedroll. The oasis and the campfire were replaced by a small, dusty room, books covering the stone walls. Jäger woke up next, just as confused as his master.
'What in the name of...'
She stood up, searching the unfamiliar place for clues.
Things were really confusing now.
She glanced to the old Mabari hound sleeping by her side in the bedroll, snoring in a low, calm pace. His ears twitched at her question and he simply snorted, back to his sleep.
'Okay, I get, you want to rest. I won't talk anymore.'
A sigh escaped her mouth while turning on the bedroll, back to back with Jäger. The cold night was slightly more bearable with her faithful and loyal friend around, but her resolve towards her mission was starting to crumble. Too many leads, too many dead ends, too many years away from Vigil's Keep and her duties. Lying down like that, only the starry sky above her head, brought back memories of her days during the Blight. The fighting was harsh, relentless and cruel and she barely had her hope to keep going, but she wasn't alone. Neria had her companions... friends to fight by her side and to support her in the darkest moments. If there was something to be missed about those distant days, her friends were it, certainly.
She closed her eyes and slowly slipped to a dreamless sleep.
Neria woke up, cold, trying to understand when the ground had become so rocky under her bedroll. The oasis and the campfire were replaced by a small, dusty room, books covering the stone walls. Jäger woke up next, just as confused as his master.
'What in the name of...'
She stood up, searching the unfamiliar place for clues.
Things were really confusing now.
