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"How much further?" asked a small voice and you turned your head a little to see Squirrel rubbing his eyes.
"It's not much further, Squirrel, I promise," you said, nearly tripping over your own feet as you continued to trudge through the mud. You were lucky to have escaped both the Trinity Guard and the Red Paladins regarding the shape the three of you were in. could barely keep his eyes open, he looked like someone had hit him for there was a bruise over his right eye, though he had to use all of his remaining strength to keep the monk from falling off Goliath completely.
The rain had made the ground below you wet and slippery, and the poor horse was starting to tire. "It's alright, old boy, just a little more and then you can rest." Your encouraging voice seemed to help him, and he kept walking on.
Even though you were just as injured as they were, you continued to travel on foot alongside them, pulling the reins gently and guiding the horse at a slow pace, hoping that you would find a nice inn, preferably with a clean stable. Though what were the chances that they would provide shelter for a fey child, the rumored wolf-blood witch and the weeping traitor?
With your other hand, you kept a firm hold of your sword. Truthfully, it wasn't yours, but it was lying conveniently on the ground and you picked it up, and since the previous owner was now dead, it would be a shame to waste such a prize. You glanced left and right, paying close attention to your surroundings; the chances of the paladins following you as well as their anger and hatred for you were high.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity later, you came across some good luck. There was an inn not too far from where you were; the warm, amber lights were a welcoming sight in the growing darkness, and once you reached it, you knocked politely on the door, wondering how you were going to convince the keeper to let you in.
A middle-aged woman with light brown hair and dressed in a nightgown opened the door and nearly jumped back at the sight of you. She must have known who you were because first she looked to you, then to the monk, before gazing at Squirrel, who gave a tired wave.
"Are you the wolf-blood witch that I've heard about?" she stuttered, and you sighed internally, thinking that you might have to turn around, or that she might call for help and alert someone that you were here, but it was still worth a shot that you tried to put her at ease.
"Please, don't be frightened," you said calmly, putting your hands up and showing her you meant no harm, "I understand that there have been words going around, and that you might not feel safe with us around, but I assure you we are not here to cause trouble, and that we would not bother you unless it was necessary. You see, my friends are injured and we need a place where we can rest and we were hoping you could help us."
"Say no more," she said, opening the door a little wider, then nodding to a young man, "Henry, take the horse out to the stables and make sure he's watered, fed and healthy before you leave him."
