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The cultist fell back as Thomas impaled them. "Jeez..." he said panting. The fight was over... but, just to be safe... Thomas stabbed the body a few more times. Just in case. He walked outside towards Elveszett. "Elveszett, you alright?"

With the wining fight Thomas believed he was getting, his confidence boosted. He moved in closer being more aggresive with the cultist before swiping their sword out of the way give the cultist a nice left hook to the jaw. After the hit Thomas took a risk and went to stab the opposing cultist.

Thomas wasn't having the greatest time. The only thing he could do was parry away his attacker's swings. He was forced into the defensive as the Shotel's length was almost twice his sword's. Then he got an idea, an awful idea. Thomas had a wonderful, awful idea. He knows playing dirty is bad...

Okay wow. Thomas had to think of a new plan. His job is to still keep Elveszett safe. Funny thing was, Thomas didn't have his boots on. So running would have been a challenge anyways. In a fit of genius, get this, he grabbed one of the boots and chucked it at the cultists direction. "Next one...

"Oh crap!" Thomas said, it was a good thing he fell asleep. He leapt out of the bed and towards his sword. He unsheathed it and turned his gaze towards the large hole in his room. Thomas had no clue what broke down the wall, and frankly. He didn't want to find out. Plus it wasn't a medium sized...

"Now I don't speak for these fine gentlemen, but I believe our final offer is clear. Leave with your dignity,or that is off the table as well." Thomas remarked. He didn't know if that last line intimidated the thug. He actually thought it was quite cringy. He winced inside a bit. "Well? The...

I think I may be interested.

"I'm not that much for bartering, so as as limited time offer you get..." Thomas puts 2 of the coins back in the bag, "3 coins! Decide quickly, the amount isn't going any higher. Thomas was getting annoyed, but if his father taught him anything, it was to be polite until they swing. Thomas knew...

"You too." Thomas replied. He took a moment to think... drink or sleep? After waiting a moment he decided that it would be best to rest. He headed to his room. He readied himself for bed, and wrote in his journal. "Today I woke up and started walking down the road again. I met a crossroad and I...

Thomas still talking to the man, "I'm just curious on what you gain for harassing him. And if it is because you have an empty schedule then here." Thomas took out his coin purse and counted out 5 gold coins, he then handed them to the "man". "That should cover a couple of rounds for the 6 of...

"I wouldn't use the term 'grown up', 'old adolescent' would best describe you and your husbands." Thomas replied immediately. He put his hand on the hilt of his sword, trying to intimidate the group of ruffians.

"That is what my father taught, so right this way." Thomas answered. He opened the door and held it for her.

A boy aged about 17 or 18, entered the town after being on the road for the past 2 days. He wasn't too worn out, but his legs were still sore. This boy was Thomas Whistler. Thomas walked about the town, looking for an inn or a place to rest. Soon he came upon the Town Square. There he heard...

"That's a nice phrase, very optimistic." Thomas replied. Optimism is a beacon of hope to all things bad, cultists, stale bread, and... that spider. "Right, I almost forgot. In the morning we should find out where Reska is, yeah?"

"Thank you, since we are here now the only thing I can think of is eat." Thomas said. He pulled out of his bag a small loaf of bread. He broke it in half, handing one to Elveszett. "Would you like some, it's not that stale."