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"It's like mist that doesn't want to leave your mind,"
"It just sits there till you remember, "

"It's been a while since I last had the interest to remember anything in what I used to do," "I didn't put much thought into it since it's just a thing of the past, "Some thing I that was just a memory lingering in the abyss of my mind" "It didn't matter much I like this place" "Fort Gimowan"

The town's messenger approached the house. It was small and was built of stale smelling straw. He threw open the door which woke up the man inside. He had been lying on a bear skin bed with two naked women, they were still asleep. "Tokagaru needs you to escort me while I deliver a message to a fort run by savages". The man replied simply "I'll be waiting outside" After which the messenger then headed outside to wait for the tall dark skinned male to get dressed.

He took one of the naked woman that was sleeping on chest and laid her back onto the Bear skinned bed that lay on the floor where she woke to see him dressing. Not long after he'd gotten his belt fixed, the still naked woman hugged him from behind while saying "So where are you going?"
"For a walk" He said while sorting out which items he'd take with him
"With your daggers?"
"A Brother once told me" "It's better to be cautious then to be dead"


It wasn't long after the sun hit the pale mans face that he was awake and shaping his knife for his soon to be breakfast.
"Run Piggy" He chuckled to him self as he walked towards the mindless meat that was soon to be his meal. As he had approached the broken and old fence he played with his knife in a playful manner tossing it back and forth. With blood lust in his eyes and a smile to match it.

With an idle smile on face and the use well stager he danced towards the dying fence blade at hand and belly rumbling. He mumbled to himself with a frown on his face. "Why does the pig not run?" "Maybe I should cut it or something..."

He placed the large knife in his mouth biting on hit to hold it in place then began digging about his clothing where he took hold of a smaller throwing object. With the a quick twist of his wrist the small knife like object was thrown towards the fat pinked skinned pig where it came to a stop as hit the rib of the animal and dropped lightly on the ground.

“What the duce!?” “That was not suppose to happen”
At that moment a golden aura shot from the pig's back, the man stumbling backwards in a loss of concentration let the knife slip from his jaw. Which fell and cut his side open but he did not notice. He was distracted by the pig as his eyes widening as it began to steadily grow. The grin that he had worn moments before faded quickly to a look of stupidity and awe.