'Escorting a villager who goes to the town to trade and to prepare his village for the coming winter. It just got pillaged after all, and had just barely weathered the storm. A reasonable enough, and sure quite convincing… right, right? Seeing the damage it suffered from. Yeah… that should do it. Except that all are… not quite what it seems. Escorting a villager who goes to the town to trade and to prepare his village for the coming winter… huh? Haa… I should be candor myself…'
A sound of an even rhythm; that which was a stepping sound of a light step across this dirt path of damp and chill soil that spread in the midst of a mostly quiet nuance but the sound of her own steps – focusing on her own bare feet that dragged, therefore only this stepping sound she could hear for now at the moment… as well a voice of her own cloaked her mind,
