The thick forest near Curt. Curt.
"What is it that I hear? My forefathers listened to my cry and take pity of my toil yet?"
Hava stressed face tried pushing the pain aside. He was all sweaty and weary but his heart was still very much alive. Alive for the task.
His breathing pace lagged at what he had heard. He wasn't so sure what it was, but he was hoping that twould be a great thing which would cause him relief.
He looked back for the last time, trying to figure out if the wierd man was still on him. He thought he had lost the crazy man for good. At least, that was what it seemed, or probably he had bitten off a fallacy.
The previous day he had battled with the wierd man, he had been smooth enough to have a narrow escape from him. He was so wrong about the man. Probably Litu was right about his odd beliefs.
He didn't want to keep blaming himself. That would lead him nowhere. At least, nowhere fruitful, if not at that moment.