Someone with a price on their head wouldn't stay in the same place for long, especially in a mountain. Aiden reaches into his pouch and pulls out the map he bought earlier. The paper is rough and cheap, the ink already smudged from use.
He spreads it out on the table and leans over it.
"Let's see…"
His finger traces the jagged line of the mountain range, then moves downward. Just past the foothills, a small mark catches his eye.
A village.
Close enough to the mountain to serve as shelter. Close enough to hide among travelers, hunters, and refugees. A perfect place for someone trying to disappear without leaving the region entirely.
Aiden taps the spot once.
"Yeah," he says, folding the map back up. "If I were him, I'd go there."
He straightens and pulls his cloak tighter around his shoulders.
"Alright," he murmurs, already heading for the door. "Let's pay that village a visit."
It takes Aiden nearly three hours to reach the village on foot.
