11:59pm US CST, April 30th
ColdfireIt wasn't safe for a lone human out here. This far into the mountains it was all isolated keeps and villages, with wide stretches of forest between them where only the main roads were safe, and only then in large groups or with an armed escort. The fact that Mason had survived this long on his own was something in the order of a miracle.
After washing the taste of demon blood from his mouth and resting at the side of stream, he'd forced himself to go back into the cabin and raid it for supplies. He had a good cloak, a few blankets, a fire kit, and a hefty purse full of gold, but no weapons. Being a demon, Vedrin hadn't really needed them, he supposed, and Mason knew he didn't have the skill to make taking the crossbow and bolts worth the weight. He fed himself by foraging and makeshift traps mostly, and though he was losing weight, he should be fine until he reached a road.
The nights were getting much colder, the leaves turning red and gold, and Mason fig
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