In the morning, I awoke to walk down the streets of this new town. i still had thoughts about last night, and still carried the dagger by my side, as I was very fond of it by now. I had walked a little down, and soon heard the cheering of a crowd. I followed the sound of cheering down a street, and at its end, saw a crowd cheering, for the very same duelist that had been fighting the guard, was stood upon a platform, a noose hanging around his neck. The crowd was pointing and yelling at him, calling him names. The most popular of these names seemed to be "Lint." The exocutioner called for silence, as he prepared to open the trap door. I looked at the dagger, and something came over me, a hate beyond belief. I pushed throught the crowd, and drew my dagger. It was a long shot, but i was determaned. I threw the dagger at a sideways angle, and with luck, It cut straght through the rope. The duelist wasted no time. he jumped down, grabed the dagger off the ground, and removed the noose from his neck in one quick movement. He stabbed the nearest guard, grabbed his sheild, and started running. I, one the other hand, wasn't so lucky. The townspeople closed in on me, and once again, i felt something heavy and cold come down on my head, as my sight faded. |
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As I opened my eyes, i saw the familiar walls of a jail cell. it wasn't many times i had visited a town and not managed to end up someplace like this. a gruff voice came from a door, explaining that i had 2 choices. exile, or death. Considering my past, i know my afterlife wasn't going to be pretty. I told him my choice,a nd waited out the next 14 days.on the 15th day, i was pulled from my jail cell into the oar rowing section of a boat. I sat down and sighed, not knowing what would come ahead. all of a sudden, i felt a shrp poking in my back. i turned around, my fist raised, and my eyes met only the face of the freindly duelist, who was poking me in the back with his dagger, and grinning. i said, "what are you smiling about?" he grinned even wider. "i owe you my life brother, not to mention this dagger. where we're going, you're gonna need it." he flipped the dagger around, and held it to me by the blade. I smiled as i took it, and shook my head. And so my exile began. 
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