Memoirs: Retreat

It started in Revantusk. It always seems to.

I had gone with the intention of fishing, but wound up just starting at the water instead. I was already unsteady, having come from the Blasted Lands, and an area I had no business trying to traverse alone.

The water helped, for a short time. It was calming, lulling, and I began to relax. Until I felt it, the creeping sensation of being watched. Like prickles all the way up my back, until I couldn’t sit still anymore and left.

I attributed it to my earlier difficulties and tried to put it out of my mind. Still, I didn’t want to be alone. I went to the Undercity rather than travelling home. Borel’s shop was open, and I thought I might find some people I knew there.

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