Mourn of the sword chapter 9 part 1
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Chapter 9 Horror of the forest
Village of the Windrow was no different from any other. Just a regular shithole with peasants working their fields. Ugly houses with fences made of barrels. The same distrustful glances at any outsider wandering thru the village. Except that this little place in the middle of nowhere had an unusual problem. Problem too big for the locals to handle. A perfect place if you are looking for adventure. Even if in this case adventure found us.
Three travelers were not very welcome in the village of Windrow. Four shepherds with homemade spears met them at the gates. They claimed that Windrow is a decent settlement and so non humans have no place here. They were about to say something more but Cercor was done listening to their nonsense. He rode his horse forward and guards jumped out of his way. Others also didn’t dare to interrupt him or his companions. Still locals were whispering curses and spitting on the ground. Cercor gave no attention to this. His friends followed his example.
After riding a bit further travelers saw one house that was less ugly than the rest. It had a solid wooden door with a metal knock. This house was newer and not as close to collapsing.
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