After two days of planing I prepared for the difficulty journey ahead of me. I was in the guest room doing last minute checking. Clothes, kife, money, potions, langues book, food, first aid kit, and other things. I open my journal to see if I written everything down before putting it in my green backpack. I swing it over my shoulder and looked around the room one last time. I saw myself in the mirror. Still had silver hair with a straw fedora hat covering it. A grey hoodie with a large pouch in the front. Brown pants with string instead of a zipper. Normal socks but handmade brown loafers. A rough blue and green gemstone hangs from my neck and a paracord bracelet on my left wrist. I walk out the door where Plage was waiting just on the other side.
“Are you prepared for the trip ahead?” I smile nervously. He squeak like a mouse for yes. I wasn’t comfortable bring him but he wasn’t pleased with the idea of staying.
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