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Zeri got the small fire going in the low light of the fading day.
She had established a modest camp. A small lean-to tent made of hide, her bedroll laid out beneath it. Her traveling pack she had at the foot of her bedroll. Between two close trees she had tied a line of twine, hanging from this line were the small game she had hunted and the fish she had caught, ready to be skinned and prepared for a meal or dried and salted for preservation.
Zeri crouched beside the small fire of her camp. Leaned forward on her hands and blew into it gently and added more dry tinder to the flame.
A lunar cycle had passed since The Amalgamation attacked Bhathairk. The city--all her fellow tribesorcs and the humans and the elves and everyone else who called Bhathairk home--had gone through its collective mourning. Zeri's family, by the grace of the Spirits, were all fine in the aftermath, but many others were not so lucky. So the tears were shed, for a long time they were. And once the collective pain of the city had become bearable, the rebuilding had begun.
They worried fiercely for her, her Ma and her Pa and her brothers. Zeri, despite the horrors she witnessed in the Amalgamation's attack, still had within her the unquenchable drive to explore. To wander. She loved her family and she loved Bhathairk, but she wished also to see these other cities she had merely read about, wished to meet legendary warriors like Jirou and Eren'thiel Xyrdithas and Caliane Ruinë (wished, perhaps, in the deepest and most unspoken desire of mind to become one herself), wished to experience the extent of what the world had to offer.
It was the incessant call to adventure that many across Arethil heard and heeded. Her older sister had, and Zeri was following in her footsteps.
Thus, her little expeditions from home. Like this one. She hadn't gone far, or even into lands wholly unfamiliar. Just some kilometers south along the Bystra river, only removed enough from its shores that the sound of its flowing waters was newly inaudible. She practiced. Practiced traveling, being self-sufficient, spending days away from home at a time: the bare essentials in the life of an adventurer. It came with a certain ease, her skills learned from her life in Bhathairk coming in handy. The loneliness of the road was perhaps the most prominent obstacle. Yes, she knew that bandits and raiders and the occasional monster lurked in the wilderness and along the open road, but she felt fairly confident. Fairly. Somewhat. She had her hunting spear and her bow. Right? She could defend herself. Everybody started somewhere, even the warriors of legend and song. She had to start somewhere too.
A sound. Catching her ear.
Zeri looked up from her tending of the fire. Saw someone approaching. In all her time spent on these brief expeditions, no one had come across one of her camps.
Until tonight.