Before i sleep next to this warm campfire, i ponder to myself, what is happiness? Is it the warm smile of my mother, i think it is, i wish i could hug her one more time, maybe if i become a god i will speak her into existence, or maybe meddling with the dead is wrong even as a god.
I feel my eyes closing, drifting into sleep is truly magical, it feels so good to just lose all conciseness, feeling my muscles relax as i fall into the world of dreams, in my dream my mother is making me potatoes and eggs for breakfast, my favourite, i love her.
The chirping of birds wakes me up, before the sun is even up i walk into the next village, maybe i will steal a horse next time, I can't afford one, i never charge for saving people, it just feels wrong to put a price on saving souls, but 10 silver coins for each soul saved wouldn't be that bad.
A woman screams, someone has stolen her purse of coins, she cries for help, that was her rent for the month, I throw a pebble at the Thief's leg and he tumbles and falls, i take the purse from his hand and let him go, he's just trying to survive, handing him to the guards Isn't my style.
I hand the coins to the woman, she thanks me, I don't care about thanks, her beautiful brown eyes are enough thanks, i wish i could kiss her pink lips, i turn around, giving her a view of my back as i walk away, maybe having a wife is happiness.