Talia, p. 71

*written in a steady determined hand*

A day has passed, two… I traveled east, searching again, but found I was alone. They seem to have recovered from that night, though the smiles seem strained or non-existent on some patrons. Even with the soot washed up, a stain still remains. I left to work…

And found another waiting for me, just to the south, as they did the first time. But I saw him this time, pacing, as if expecting me earlier. I kept to the shadows, kept my distance… and found the bow in my hand, arrow already loosed. Part of me thrilled at the hunt, another screaming to flee. The figure bursting through the trees decided it. I ran, back towards the farms, fur and fangs barreling down behind me. He was no match for the two of us, though I felt guilty endangering the other. A smaller was waiting outside Mardo’s. Warned of their presence, he never even saw the blade that took his foul life. There is still much work to do, at least three more wait to the south, but I dare not approach them alone. Once I am done here, I will return to the city, to the illusion of safety that we all hold so dear. Perhaps it is time to call a Hunt again.


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