The sound of the hammer coming down on the silver was heard by Udell before she arrived in front of her shop.
The exhaustion from burying her one and only daughter was replaced by rage when she heard the kiss of metal on metal.
Unlocking the lock with a skeleton key she walks back, grabbing a plank of wood to defend herself with.
Rounding the corner her eyes fell on the same acolyte of the association but the scars on his body nearly made her stomach turn.
Before it was dark and she wasn't able to see as well.
Now every scar looked to come together making a picture at diffrent angles.
Scars from the fat mans whips.
Scars from the forest.
Scars from wolves and beams.
Scars from the jungle.
If there wasn't a scar from a fight there was a scar from acid burns.
Turning my head I see Udells face contorted into one of disgust.
She wore a black tunic with a black scarf along with what looked like a wooden plank in her arm.
