Village, inn - Day 2 -19:44
"Maybe, but things like these tend to be a downwards spiral." After speaking, was quiet for a moment, looking a little distantly. Shaking her head, she added,
"Well, maybe I'm wrong, who knows", in a more upbeat manner.
After, she paused to indicate a change in subject, feeling she talked enough on why the woman left.
"What provoked the assassination of the crown prince, to begin with? Do you know?"
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After spending some three hours heading to, and searching the other nameless villages, Timea and Hillary moved Northwards, following the road. They would go on for another hour, after which Timea became hungry. The duo stopped, and Timea went out to hunt. If she couldn't find any large prey, she would head back to the village, and steal a cow or horse.
After returning with the prey, and eating, Timea and Hillary would move on northwards for another two hours, after which Timea decided to stop for the night. Moving off the road, Timea dug a hole, and curled up therein.
East Northern Road - 6:20
Timea still slept in her hole, laying on her side, and holding the flaming blanket between her arms and legs, rather than being covered with it.