Kapitel 104: 104- Blue Haze

Aturs, Year of Severus, 15, I.R., the 33rd day of Fall, Arenfall

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Morning came in with a gloomy sky. The sun shied away from the clouds and the little sunlight that kissed the hills created threads of light descending from the heavens. The elf woke up in an empty room. It looked like her comrades had already woken up earlier than they normally did—well, naturally, the beastman always did that.

The beastman was always the first to wake-up among them. He hunted early before the sun rose and would've cooked breakfast for all of them by the time, they woke up later on the day. The elf usually began her day with a quick prayer to her Goddess, thanking her for the protection during the night. Then the elf would begin scraping the excess fats and sinews from the animal skins the beastman had skinned during his hunt.