Day 30, Means, Irony

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Landon was pacing impatiently in the room they had hired for the night. Probably the last night in days where they would have a roof over their head. Well, if they couldn't find a barn or a cave that is. The woman had been away for several candlemarks by now, and weirdly enough Landon was getting worried. And not because he would have to journey alone if she didn't come back, but actually worried about her wellbeing. The irony of it all! He was supposed to be the one people worried for, but look at him now. He stopped abruptly.

"Argh! I can't stand all this waiting! By any means, damned woman, go out in the middle of the night and let me worry sick!" he complained to himself. He grabbed the room key from on top of the drawer and put on his coat and boots. It was an irritating sort of rain that left you cold and wet outside, one that you could only feel, and not see. He muttered disgruntledly, bringing his coat tighter around his body. With heavy steps he made his way through the narrow streets. He would bring this damned woman back to their room so he could go to sleep. Surely, that is all he wanted. 

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