Chapter 10 - chapter 7: Our own place

Hollow drags Faizure into the woods behind the tavern, gripping his wrist tightly as they run together. Spotting a trail of cobble up ahead, they follow it, ducking behind a thorn bush when they hear a buggy coming. Faizures eyes light up, an idea on the tip of his tongue. "From what father told me, I think theres a buggy stop just up ahead. Let's hope into one! Then it'll take us safely past the kingdoms border and into Hesu Providence." Faizure says, remembering the maps he and his father studied together. If he remembers right, this is the only trail that heads into Hesu. "That's...that's actually pretty smart. When we get there, we can just hop right out. Plus, we'll blend in. Only thieves and exiles go there fourth percent of the time." Hollow says, his brown scarf whipping around in the wind as another buggy rushes by. Faizure grabs onto his friends green shirt as they move low to the ground in the direction of the buggy stop. When they arrive, they immediately spot the one their sneaking on. A hay merchants cart. They clumnber up and on, burying themselves in the poky yellow strands. It's strong scent fills their noses as they cover themselves up. Settling down, Faizure sighs and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth surrounding them. "We need to stop running soon. Once we get there, let's settle down, build a cabin or two and start fresh." Hollow says, jumping lightly when the hay trailer suddenly jolts. Their on their way, now. Faizure tries to imagine that, maybe a wife, some kids and possibly becoming a farmer. "I'd like that. To start new, get married to a girl I actually want to be wedded to." Faizure whispers, not wanting to get the drivers attention. Hollow frowns and turns the other way, remaining silent the rest of the way. Faizure hopes it wasn't something he said.