First I have to find them.
The water is cool and refreshing as I hang onto a rock and release a long breath under the flowing river.
Hunting armed men is different.
I can feel Pookies eyes boring into me from a distance.
I don't know how far away he is, but it is far enough for me to know it's do or die.
Going back to Landers means going into the hands of the church, royals and army, along with other recruits who want to cut me open or get a piece of me.
If I run I have the rangers on my heels and their 'voices' will eventually drive me to kill everything.
My paranoia won't allow me to live without scorched earth.
If you can't beat them, bide your time.
Survive.
Escape.
Resist.
Evade.
Survival comes first.
I need to collect my scrolls, and my prey is fast moving.
Releasing my hold on the rock I slowly peak my head out of the water and take a long breath in.
