Prisoner Transfer [Private]

It had been a long few weeks for Quinton since what had happened. Sacrificed to some cult, reborn by the very god they worshiped, and then actually tracking down and burying his old body… The saying of a father should never have to bury his son had nothing on that experience. But it needed to be done. He couldn’t just leave something with his face just laying on some dungeon floor, and his sword meant far too much to him to lose, but… finding his old body meant he had found the ones that had killed him in the first place.

The rage that buried through his body still haunted him to that very moment. Every single body that stood in front of him… he had just killed them in cold blood. Everyone. Even now, the thought of their screaming unnerved him.

But that’s his life now. Like it or not, he was enslaved and there isn’t a way out of it. And just to cement it in even more, Eris had ordered him to be under the control of a minion of hers. ‘A pawn of a pawn…’Was the first words that came to mind. A sane person would probably just find any way to end it, a life being forever bound with no hope wasn’t worth living, but even that wasn’t possible with the likes of Eris pulling the strings.

And where was the puppet master leading him now? She had no place for him among her inner circle, and felt as if his abilities would be better utilized in the field by one of her associates outside of the guild.

That is what has brought him where he is now. Slowly ascending up the mountain side towards one of the small villages on Mt.Hakobe. Eris had never spoken a single word to him for where he was meant to go, but something inside of him just knew. The darkening sky and whipping winds would probably have pushed a sane person to hold off on even tempting their fates, but even the cold snap of the wind against his face didn’t seem to phase him.

Since the incident, he could feel down in his body that there was something different, a fire burning there that hadn’t been there before that spread through every extremity, warming him through the cold that surrounded him even now as he trudged on through the ankle deep snow.

Quinton hadn’t even bothered trying to wear anything else as he matched on, stopping for nothing as he was trapped with nothing but his own thoughts. Outside of the events that had happened recently, Quinton felt like he was swimming through a fog. Some many details felt blurry, but others felt so fresh… all of them memories that only seemed to server in building up that fire burning in his gut. The death of his close friend after arriving to the country, his family being murdered, the cultist sacrificing him…

The thoughts quickly dissipated as the village suddenly came into his view, the outer wall right upon him as he simply lost track of himself in his thoughts. Without knowing what this town had anything to do with Eris, he simply entered the village, drawing a few looks from the nearby, well dressed occupants that had noticed him.

The sun had already started to set as he walked into the village inn, paying for a room for the night. Once again, it was purely a deep feeling he had that this is what he had to do. The room he walked into didn’t exactly seem comfortable, but it wasn’t like he’d be able to sleep. He simply laid backed onto the lumpy mattress, and waited, the sound of the coming snow storm.