Ataraxia wrote:
Waking up in a panick, with thoughts running through my head. was it all a dream? how much did i drink last night? how did i end up back at the tavern? but no, it wasnt a dream. i remember it clear as day. this town is cursed, i knew i should have left the second i felt the chills run down my back. I pack up my things in a hurry, and in my half drunken haze i run out into the early hours of the morning. making my way the hell out of this nightmare of a town. screw the turnips. screw my mother. she already looks like she has one foot in the grave, those vegetables arent gonna help her. i mutter to myself as i run towards the gates