Chapter 10 - the black Smith and his guard dog - Part 5
"Tik tik tik, you are also a BT peculiar," Damian the blood uttered out in a slow pitch as I walked down the dirt road towards the village's exit. Looking around, I noticed a sign: Ravines District 1.
Approaching the exit, two young men wearing cheaply made armor, maybe 18 or 19 years old, who seemed stuck with guard duty, stopped me and asked where I'm going.
"Good morning, sirs. I am on a job request to fetch items for Master Draven," I explained.
They looked at each other for a second and both asked, "Master?"
"Did he buy you or something? Didn't know Draven was one to own a slave," the guard on the left entrance proclaimed.
I responded, "No, I say it out of respect. He took me in recently when my parents were killed by the demon that attacked a couple of days ago. So, I'm doing what I can to assist him before we leave for the Southern Coastline."