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I walked into the tavern, feeling a pain in my ankle, but that would go away with time. What wouldn’t go away with time was my growling stomach, but first, I needed to turn the quest in. The guild official stood behind his stand and I joined the queue in front of him. However, my eyes were on the other adventurers seated at the tables further in the tavern. There was so much warmth and cheer amongst the veterans, but I could see sadness amongst the new adventurers.
“Would you hurry up?” she asked him. “That drill is giving me a headache.”
“It can’t be helped, we all have our jobs to do,” He told her. “Imagine if painting made a noise? Small mercies and all that.”
Clarence’s wife, Judy, was not in the mood for such talk. The day was going to be a hard one. Moving in is never easy, especially when the house is a piece of work as well. Luckily, the room she was painting was far enough from the hallway that Clarence was drilling in.
“You’re not aiming properly,” my brother told me.
I tried centering the cans in my sights, but my hands shook tremendously. Everytime I had the can centered I pulled the trigger, the loud gun jumping in my hand. With each shot I felt I was getting closer.
“You’re not even holding the gun properly,” my brother told me exasperated from where he was sitting on the grassy knoll. “Jack, give me a second.”
Jack felt for a moment that life had ended. A world he knew crippled, a battle last, but the war...it felt as if he lost it a long time ago.
“Layla…” Jack whispered, grief molding his face despite his greatest efforts. “Please...not like this, not like th-!”
Jack’s voice finally broke and he fell speechless. The body in his arms was too light, which made it a lot heavier on his soul. Lifting her up he began a slow walk out of the warehouse. The damage done was immeasurable, but it wouldn’t be standing much longer.
“Of all the names…” Rick began. “...swimming in that head of yours, that is the one you fished out?”
“What is wrong with, ‘Sm-” Freddy began.
“No! Shut it and think of something cool!”
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