An Odd Story of Man and Magic. A fantasy RP. (FINISHED)

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The back roads were as quiet as Astien remembered them being. For the moment, anyway. The reins in one hand, and another protectively holding his belly, Astien had the carriage moving quickly. He couldn't deny that he was scared. His eyes darted everywhere, surveying his surroundings. The winter air was cold and harsh, especially in Havard's Pass, but Astien was determined to keep going. He wasn't going to let anything stop him from leaving this dreadful place, especially not a little cold air. If he hurried, he could be, put of this region by nightfall. He was eager to be gone from this place. Havard's Pass was cruel in every way, even the weather. At least in the Green Valley, there would be no snow.