I woke up pleasantly early in the morning, just before Alex got up. Stretching and yawning, I carried myself over to the edge of the roof to look over at the sleepy village. The sun was lazy, and barely peeped its head over the forested horizon. The air was full of birds in trees, chirping their own strange melodies. Some of the songs were new to me, but occasionally I would hear a familiar tune, the sound easing my culture shock. The trees blew in a gentle dance with the wind, and the clouds decided to color themselves in accordance to this natural sway, brilliant oranges and purples and blues. The village below was calm and peaceful until now. All of the livestock were now awake. Unattended chickens were roaming about the ground in search …show more content…
Thank you for your... past kindness. It was a pleasure to meet you." "You too, Master Thaddeus..." Without any other words, Alex turned on his heel and began to leave, I following him from right behind. Alex was a truly threatening man with the ability to cause amazing harm, but somewhere inside of him was his forgiving side. If only he could see it himself, then maybe he'd live life a little differently. Halfway to the docks, Alex glanced down at me. Kneeling down, his eyes met my own. "You must be rather hungry after last night. Would you like me to take you to a merchant's shop to buy you something to eat?" Since I was absolutely famished, I nodded my head in total agreement. I could really go for something to eat at the moment. Alex smiling and picked me up, carrying me in the same way he had back in the forest. After a short walking distance, the two of us arrived at a marketplace that was built out of what appeared to have once been a small shopping district. On either side of the crumbled asphalt were shacks and stands selling all sorts of goods from food to weapons to jewelry, all in a …show more content…
"Go down for five or six stores and you will find the poultry for sale... it's sold my a friend of mine, Chanticleer..." "Thank you again," answered Alex, walking down to the appropriate booth. After paying five grey cloths for two chicken legs, he set me down and placed it in front of me on the ground. I dug into it, gratefully enjoying the peculiar taste that Albionese chicken seemed to have. He had his own, and it was gone, bones and all, within a few minutes. After the two of us had finished our breakfast, we entered the harbor area, we both gave a sigh of relief. Surely enough, the boat had recently docked itself on the shore. Muetos were taking barrels on and off, leaving just enough room for a small opening intended for passengers. Alex and I found a boat big enough for the two of us. We walked up to a bat mueto who was guarding the entryway onto the vessel, and he sneered back at Alex. "Sir?" Alex asked. "Does your craft have vacancy?" "I'm sorry," he hissed, "but we don't let filthy glabbers on board. Go find another boat, you bald rat." "Did you not see what happened last night?" he asked, raising one