A Blind Man Walks Into a Bar!

****(POV)

I have truly been lucky. Everywhere I go I meet nice people. Ever since encountering that kind soul that lent me a horse near Eaglevein. 

There were some merchants, some mercenaries, some vagrants, and even some bandits. Yet all were kind, yes even the latter! At first, I was extremely confused but then it dawned on me. 

One, I am blind. 

Two, I am obviously broke. 

Three, I am on the back of a horse I clearly do not own. It is armored and probably wearing some renowned family's emblem (read intimidating). After all, no normal civilian would simply gift a horse to the first beggar that showed up! 

My quest for the white wolf and her master continues. I do have one worry. I may be blind, but I still have ears. Form it stems this worry of mine: apparently, there is war. I mean I knew, but I heard it has intensified.