Up ahead, smoke misted through the trees and the smell of burnt wood
anf flesh wafted in offensively in the breeze


--- In fantasygathering@yahoogroups.com, "speckrt" <speckrt@...> wrote:
>
> Felix looked back as he left his village behind. He was not a half a
> mile into his new life when he tought to himself.
> Well. No looking back now.
> He paused along the road to think for a bit.
> There should be some good makings in the closest village. Where did
he
> say it was again? Bah, follow the road and you will see.
> He humped his pack, right now it was fairly light.
>