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Silas stroked his beard A beardless tiain passage on He’d work hard as payold alone wouldn’t do If this bastard allows it He stretched out his leg A fresh start No , no more Shadows, no more booze A family, maybe? I don’t care where I just can’t stay here He pushed the ale away No more
Less than a minute passed before he pulled it back to down it
Mara sat against a fallen tree on the edge of the Shadow Forest He looked out over the Blood Plain, which looked nice as the orange sun cah the flies once again I wonder if I’ll get a nice bed? Like the one in the village tavern
The Shadow hadn’t gotten off the horse to join him, but stayed within the trees, a couple of rows back “Are you sure he’s co?” Mara said
The Shadow, motionless, didn’t respond
I wonder if it’s asleep? Maybe I should go to sleep There isn’t anything else to do He looked back out over the field and squinted at a dark blob in the distance Is that so?
The shape drely closer and revealed itself to be someone on a horse Silas? All the Shadow Master had said was that Maraabout as co
“Is that Silas?” Mara asked the Shadow
The Shadow said nothing
Stupid thing The person on the horse blew out smoke every so often Silas didn’t s so slowly? Don’t they care about the flies?
As the man approached, the Shadow came out from the trees on its horse and stood in front of Mara The rey hair, the same colour as his stubble He looked dirty, like he hadn’t washed for a long time Has he been punched in the nose? His nose had a dark tip and thin purple-red lines that spread across the rest of it and onto his cheeks
The man flicked his roll-up on the floor, a thin line of shed loudly, then hacked up a ball of phlegm and spat it in the same direction as the roll-up He rolled another smoke as he looked at Mara “Is this it?” His voice sounded like he had a sore throat “Thought he’d be bigger”
The Shadow tossed a bag to the man that sounded like it had coins in it “You will be contacted weekly”
The , looked in, then tucked it away “Then I’ll be paid weekly”
The Shadow turned its horse and walked back into the forest The man lit his roll-up He looks old