Darkness had enveloped the outer world when Blanche emerged from his dungeon home. It was the first time on the outside but it had to be done. There were things more important than his displeasure of the light and the beings associated with it. The beings who often ventured into his home for reasons that escaped him other than to bring havoc.
He walked remembering the poem scribbled in a tome he left behind. Thinking about those bitter words warmed him and he pressed on through the night under the glow of the moon and stars. Fatigue did not overcome him for he was not a creature in need of sustenance and as the foreign sun light began to make its appearance as a purple line on the horizon he could see his destination.
As he stood there at the edge of the forest he could see the rolling hills of farmland that stretched before him. This was the land of the hume, the land of the enemy, the land of the ones who could help him. The ones who would. And thus he pressed on towards the scattered structures in the distance, a town he would learn is called Dunbarton (that's the name of the town right?)
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