He had been on his way to town, to get supplies and to get more familiar with the new changes. Something about a queen and a draft? Either way, he didn't really enjoy the hustle and bustle of the town and made a point of avoiding people touching him. He pulled his hood up tight, pulling his left sleeve down out of habit as he looked for shops. He hadn't really been in town in years. He was probably 12? 13? the last time he was here.
Back when he was just Feral, the hermit's son. Now he's just Feral the hunter. Hah.
Back when he was just Feral, the hermit's son. Now he's just Feral the hunter. Hah.
