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He needed bolts for his crossbow, new flint, jerky, some bread, tinder, and most importantly, a new, thicker, warmer bedroll. Camping in the cold.. he didn’t think it would have been as bad as it had been. He had managed thus far only because Blood Runner had the kindness to sleep next to him and share warmth. Not the most attractive of bed mates, but in the cold of winter, it likely could save his life. Maybe it already had.

Either way, seeing a traveling trader’s caravan just arrived in the town, Marcus made his way into the walls, nodding to the men on watch. Likely enough, he’d be joining them later that night. Towns always wanted men ready to defend them. The pay was often room and board and a little bit of gold. Nothing substantial, but a warm bed and the opportunity to have some company? Marcus didn’t want to pass it up.

Walking over to one of the men who looked like a trader, he nodded. “Pardon, Sir. You ready to perhaps sell your wares?”

Marcus nodded, glad for the fact he’d not been told to come back later or some such. Blood Runner stalked behind him, eying the herbs with curiosity. The mental link to Marcus telling the chosen that Blood Runner would rather like the herbs, but not for any use other than eating. A waste of good coin in Marcus’s opinion, as the buck could manage on his own fair enough. Besides, it might make him fart. A thing Marcus have experienced once, then never, ever, again. He hadn’t even known it was possible, but, after that event, Blood Runner had found that sleeping outside was very much not as enjoyable as inside.

Never again.

It wall all minor really, as Marcus looked to for what he need rather than what his guardian wanted. Darn buck wanted herbs so badly he could find them himself. Thick strips of jerky were there and picking up a small portion he nodded. “I’ll be taking a five strips. Also will need a new bed roll. Mine hasn’t been doing it’s job with this weather.” Looking up the grey sky loomed over, not a ray of sunshine to be seen. “Don’t want to freeze while I’m out on the road these days. It’s a better fate than the others on the table these days though.”

Tales of wolves were rampant, and with more and more travelers going missing before they reached their destination, the cold almost seemed appealing. At least then there was a body. Most who vanished there wasn’t even any sign of them. Not even footprints in the snow. It onlt made the tales worsen. And the rumors grow with each passing breath.