As Edward noticed Rick's face nearly making contact with the bartender's, he raised his brow and lowered his drink back onto the table. He blinked slowly and watched a knife scratch the table, and then he decided to quickly leave. He waited by the left side of the door(left, when facing towards...
Edward began to remember the amount of time he spent walking to the city from wherever he was. He had counted a few days, nearly a whole week.
He sighed and managed to reach the gate, and was promptly gestured to enter. He looked around for the tavern, now that his thirst became slightly...
Over the span of the rest of the day, Edward was delayed repeatedly on his way to the city. The first task before him was offered by a cloaked "old man", who would purchase his knife for a large price. The old man stated he collects and buys weapons and tools that were incredibly worn-out...
As some hours have passed (I assume it's mid-evening at the earliest), Edward had woken from his long slumber. He found all of his posessions safe with him, and disassembeled the wooden makeshit lean-to, and shifted around the trees to get back on the road towards the city. His sleeping patterns...
A few miles away from the city and by a tree, Edward was sleeping under a small lean-to with his back facing towards the tree. There was barely any space, due to his armor covering the grass below him and his belongings around him. Edward had a small bag of golden coins, and a few miscellaneous...
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