[center][h3][color=0054a6]The Hermit[/color][/h3][/center]
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He had taken refuge below the window, only slowing peering at the edge to watch the soldiers. Taking a deep breath in, then exhaling slowly as his heart raced slightly, [i]it’s okay Favian think clearly[/i]. Why were they here? Did they see him? He thinks they saw him. [i]No. No. Focus.[/i] He had to get out of here, clearly that was the rational solution.

It wasn’t. What if they saw him? Had they seen him? He stared at his lute which he had placed on the chair after sneaking on his hands and knees down here. No, they clearly couldn’t see him below the window. Ah, yes they did see him. 

He should stare here. Then again his dwindling supplies and his stomach said otherwise. Couldn’t they understand though, out there were all manners of beast and those soldiers. They had seen him. They had been talking about the cottage, hadn’t they? Just a little longer. He could stay here a little longer. Yet, his body was moving against his rational calculations of the benefits of staying here.

Neatly putting his papers in a traveling bag, and grabbing his lute strapping it around his neck. He looked back out the front window. Coast was clear. He moved to the back of the cottage and went out the back window.Better safe than sorry, throwing his travel bag out the window first and carefully stepping out of the window himself. He securely closed up the back window with a piece of wood. That should keep rift raft out he supposed.

Scrambling from behind his house, he hugged his back close the wall and scooted along the perimeter. When he got to the edge, he peaked over to see if the soldiers had come back. When he could not see anyone, or didn’t hear any horses. He quickly ran to the road and would make his way to Milborne. Easy enough. That was easy. No worry.