Weylyn walked at a slow pace, though she was not familiar with the path, it was within the premises of the inn and so she knew she could not stray too far.
As she walked, Weylyn's mind was occupied with thoughts. Not of anything in particular, just of what she planned to do upon arriving the Migran Tower.
Weylyn had chosen to go there because it was so far from the reach of everything familiar to her,
Perhaps being away from everything would help her find solace and perhaps healing too.
But Weylyn had not truly pondered over what she would do when she arrived there,
After so many days on the road, they were getting closer and closer to the Migran Tower, Weylyn was certain they would arrive before another week was up.
This small town was one of the last few towns on the way to the Migran Tower, there was this town which was called Old Town,
