Ronte walked down the stairs a little earlier than usual. Barely a ray of the first sun shone through the horizon, the purple, orange, accompanied by the grey tint of the clouds made for a peaceful view. He grabbed a mug, boiled some water, and poured the strongest tea they had. The first sip was the most comforting, the hot water heated his body on its way down. Ronte felt happy, everything around him seemed like an omen of an excellent day. Until he saw the note on the counter, barely at the edge. As he crumpled the note up his mood soured, he hid it in his pocket and left for his workshop. He lit the fire with a spark snap of his fingers and he threw it inside without looking at it again. He contemplated the flames timidly biting the paper, then the voracious appetite when they swallowed it whole. There was little comfort in watching the cruel words consumed, yet it was enough to put the problem aside for the well-being of his family. After that, he cracked a smile and dedicated h...
Warning: This is just a draft. ─What are you waiting for? Wake up already old fool. ─Just let him be.─ Crissandra pushed Holtran out of the way. ─What are you getting worked out about? He is just an old man that never made it past Zulot.─ Holtran complained angrily. ─We only brought him along because the guild master insisted. ─Hol, just shut up! This is an important crawl and your yapping is getting on my nerves.─ Rikku dropped down from a tree annoyed. ─What’s all that racket about? Can’t understand you younglings, you should rest when you get the chance.─ Ukbark, the old man, got up lazily. ─If it wasn’t for you and your stump I would be enjoying a drink a the tavern by now.─ Holtran smiled uglily. ─Holtran!─ Crissandra called out ashamed. ─This stump right here boy?─ The man raised his right arm to the youngling’s face, everything after the wrist was missing and a hideous star-shaped scar expanded from it up to the forearm. ─I got it for trying to bite more than I could chew and d...