Walking down the trade road to where Sim would be patrolling, the sun began to rise to his right. In all honesty when Ni-Ju thought back on the events that had taken place within the Spooky Forest, he didn't feel as if he had accomplished as much as he could. Shrugging the thought off as ultimately futile, Ni-Ju began to instead curse himself over the amount of equipment that he had foolishly lost. A new pack would have to be bought and his long time companion, the shotgun Friendmaker, would have to be replaced as well. This whole thing would prove incredibly hurtful to his pocket before long. Somehow still feeling happy despite the loss of some of his most prized possessions Ni-Ju continued down the road and took in the fresh morning breeze coming off the hills. A large black dot appeared on the horizon signalling the arrival of Ni-Ju's ride home. Taking a look back over the forest one more time before he left, the only thoughts he could muster were "Good Riddance!".
FIN
OOC:
HP:90%
MP:95%
Word Count:176
FIN
OOC:
HP:90%
MP:95%
Word Count:176
