RE: The Broken Prophecy (Walls O' Text)
09-14-2012, 03:35 AM
As he pondered what to do, Edwin caught sight of something surprising; a trail of muddy footprints on the floor. Someone else was here. The footprints lead to a door off the side of the room; Edwin recalled that it was the door to a small pantry, empty save for a few rotted vegetables. It had been the high point of his youthful exploration.
The fact that it was in use again suggested that Edwin might be able to find food. And it was unlikely that any of the Church's enforcers would be using a run-down shack on the outskirts of a small village.
That said, there was the chance that the new resident would not take kindly to a stranger in their home. Just to be sure, Edwin held a hand to his sword as he opened the door.
The voice that greeted him hardly sounded surprised.
"Oh, you're here already. Well, be a little patient, I'll have a sandwich ready for you in a moment."
The fact that it was in use again suggested that Edwin might be able to find food. And it was unlikely that any of the Church's enforcers would be using a run-down shack on the outskirts of a small village.
That said, there was the chance that the new resident would not take kindly to a stranger in their home. Just to be sure, Edwin held a hand to his sword as he opened the door.
The voice that greeted him hardly sounded surprised.
"Oh, you're here already. Well, be a little patient, I'll have a sandwich ready for you in a moment."