Upon the 1st of Tanos the mercenary, with his gear all packed, stepped out the gates of Cadomyr. He held a bottle of local wine, which he learned to like, having decided to take it with him as a parting souvenir.
The past two months he spent in the desert city were exhausting, physically and mentally. He was tired of the heat, and of the people. He intended to leave at midnight, but as promised, gave Eve a 12 hour courtesy window to decide. He sat on a rock by the magic gate, and put his bag beside him.
His eyes were drawn to the signpost once more, which stated: "Cadomyr". With the tip of his sheathed sword, he began drawing lines in the sand, watching his own shadow move as the time neared high noon. He ended up drawing a copy of the signpost, an arrow pointing to the town, with a letter C in it.
He waited for two things. Either for Tyan or anyone else to renew his contract, or for Eve to show up ready to travel. If neither of those happened before the sun went to full noon, he would stand up and walk, as he always have, solemn and alone, onto the big road. He would go back north, beyond the sands, beyond the swamps, beyond the islands over lava, to the snowy forests and mountain ranges of Galmair. To find new work.
Farewell, Cadomyr. ((open))
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