60th of Summer, 452 AV
It had been Turais' luck that he had managed upon a small caravan of merchants and travelers all on the road headed to Syliras from the North. He had traveled from Nyka mostly alone, having had one companion join him for a short while before changing course and then it had been just Turais for a few days. He was just glad he had not run into any bandits on the road until he met up with the group of travelers. All of them were happy to have another with them to potentially scare off any bandits with a large group.
In the roughly twenty days he had been with the group they were steadily approaching the Bronze Woods portion of the road and it looked like in another 20 or so they would reach Syliras, a fact Turais was very happy about, he had been desperately missing taking baths and having fresh food to eat, the stale rations he was carrying were getting him through at night when his human form required a bit of nourishment, but over all it had been an unpleasant trek. At this point he wished he had bought a horse before leaving Nyka, at least he could have sold it once he made it to Syliras, or even kept it until he reached Zeltiva.
Despite the bad things he felt he had to endure, including the smell of himself and the others, he was glad to be in a large group. Most of them were merchants heading to Syliras to trade or seek out jobs. There were a small handful of widows and young men who were off to Syliras for their own reasons. Turais suspected the boys wanted to become Knights, as he often heard them whispering to one another about how great it would be to be a Syliran Knight. (Something he needed to remind himself to investigate once he made it to Syliras.)
For the most part everyone had a skill that helped, all except Turais, really. Though he supposed his being here added another large male to the group so that in and of itself helped, but he had no wilderness survival and relied heavily on the traveled merchants to help him, and try to teach him. In fact just the other night one of the men, Jusep, a human from Sunberth originally, had tried to show him how to use his Flint and Steel to light a small fire so one of the merchants could cook up a rabbit they'd caught earlier in the day and a few other things people offered up for the group to share. By this time they had all grown accustomed to Turais becoming a smaller and darker skinned human at night, though his lacking height seemed to make a few nervous, but at least he still added more to the numbers. Needless to say it had taken him a lot of time trying before Jusep finally took the tools from him and started the fire himself, the others having grown impatient.
Today was proving to be just as boring as the last few. No new people had caught up with them and they had not see anyone passing by the opposite way in a few weeks. The only thing Turais could do to temper his boredom was to listen in on the conversations around him, doing his best to keep each one separate, but the inevitable mingling happened and a few times he got confused from the garbled conversations.
In the roughly twenty days he had been with the group they were steadily approaching the Bronze Woods portion of the road and it looked like in another 20 or so they would reach Syliras, a fact Turais was very happy about, he had been desperately missing taking baths and having fresh food to eat, the stale rations he was carrying were getting him through at night when his human form required a bit of nourishment, but over all it had been an unpleasant trek. At this point he wished he had bought a horse before leaving Nyka, at least he could have sold it once he made it to Syliras, or even kept it until he reached Zeltiva.
Despite the bad things he felt he had to endure, including the smell of himself and the others, he was glad to be in a large group. Most of them were merchants heading to Syliras to trade or seek out jobs. There were a small handful of widows and young men who were off to Syliras for their own reasons. Turais suspected the boys wanted to become Knights, as he often heard them whispering to one another about how great it would be to be a Syliran Knight. (Something he needed to remind himself to investigate once he made it to Syliras.)
For the most part everyone had a skill that helped, all except Turais, really. Though he supposed his being here added another large male to the group so that in and of itself helped, but he had no wilderness survival and relied heavily on the traveled merchants to help him, and try to teach him. In fact just the other night one of the men, Jusep, a human from Sunberth originally, had tried to show him how to use his Flint and Steel to light a small fire so one of the merchants could cook up a rabbit they'd caught earlier in the day and a few other things people offered up for the group to share. By this time they had all grown accustomed to Turais becoming a smaller and darker skinned human at night, though his lacking height seemed to make a few nervous, but at least he still added more to the numbers. Needless to say it had taken him a lot of time trying before Jusep finally took the tools from him and started the fire himself, the others having grown impatient.
Today was proving to be just as boring as the last few. No new people had caught up with them and they had not see anyone passing by the opposite way in a few weeks. The only thing Turais could do to temper his boredom was to listen in on the conversations around him, doing his best to keep each one separate, but the inevitable mingling happened and a few times he got confused from the garbled conversations.
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