So hungry...
So tired...
I just wish I could die...
I can't even remember how long I've been lost.
The directions given by the group I met earlier were completely wrong. I couldn't find my way back to the village of Illy, and after wandering in this forest for so long, I can't even find the way I came in.
In the daylight within the forest, a cloaked figure dragged their weary steps forward, walking listlessly.
Silver-white hair peeked out from the hood, stained and possibly unwashed for a long time, tangled strands sticking together.
So heavy.
Maybe I should just discard this sword.
I've already failed. Keeping it will only remind me of the sorrow.
No, being a swordsman without a sword is like a man without...
The cloaked figure, with a pale face beneath, looked up.
Not far away, white smoke rose, and the tantalizing aroma of meat wafted through.
Salivating, the cloaked figure quickened their pace.
