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The Age of Solitude
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•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
![](http://i.imgur.com/1Zehfmr.png)
![](https://media3.giphy.com/media/NKqXpZII3Fc7iGPPKY/giphy.gif)
•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
She was in the second floor of the town's main inn, there was a bit of ruckus outside, a fight she presumed, but she didn't mind it at all, Amelia was too tired of walking.
She picked the old book from her sack, with the face of someone's who has just discovered poo on their shoe sole.
"Better check it a little, it might smell like vomit, but it can be useful"
There were a lot of pages describing a really complicated ritual of some sort on a moonless night, a few pictures of... demons probably? maybe an archaic version of seraphs?.
The book changed between three different languages at random, it was troublesome since Amelia could only understand one of them, so the book was still unuseful.
Unuseful and smelly.
She sighed again and after letting her body fall in the bed, she closed her eyes, hoping to be able of sleeping a bit, even when it was daylight outside.
![](http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/322/a/3/alice_by_ki7ka7-d86vb87.png)
Grumpy Rogue (my fursona) by Navuso
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•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
![](http://i.imgur.com/1Zehfmr.png)
![](https://media3.giphy.com/media/NKqXpZII3Fc7iGPPKY/giphy.gif)
•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
![](http://i.imgur.com/1Zehfmr.png)
"Are you here?" a male voice asked.
"I'm here", she answered back, recognizing the voice as the innkeeper's.
"Good. You might like to know that the Silver Feathers are on town"
"Who are that?"
"A wandering merchant guild"
She grabbed her pouch, probably she could make money with a few things she had on it. Maybe she could even exchange some for a new map!
But... she was still too tired to go.
"I'm going to take a short nap first", she informed to the innkeeper "Then I will check on the merchant's place"
Is actually almost 3am here and my internet is being stubborn.
I'll try to join the main party (or at least get to know the main characters) on my next message
![](http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/322/a/3/alice_by_ki7ka7-d86vb87.png)
Grumpy Rogue (my fursona) by Navuso
![](https://media3.giphy.com/media/NKqXpZII3Fc7iGPPKY/giphy.gif)
•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
She exited the inn after getting indications about the merchant's guild location, and started to walk down the street.
The place was full of people looking to buy goods from the Silver Feathers, Amelia truly hoped that they had maps.
After a little bit of queue, she was able to reach the main stall.
She looked at her right, apparently there was a young man selling swords to one of the guild's girls. If she could do the same, her wallet would be spared.
A young man from the guild called her waving his hand to claim her attention.
She almost ran to him, and shouted in a kinda high voice "I'm looking for a map! A world map!"
![](http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/322/a/3/alice_by_ki7ka7-d86vb87.png)
Grumpy Rogue (my fursona) by Navuso
![](https://media3.giphy.com/media/NKqXpZII3Fc7iGPPKY/giphy.gif)
•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
"Thank you!", she chirped happily to both.
Amelia took something from her sack, it was a silver engraved flute with an intrincate design.
"The truth is that I don't have almost any gald on me. Would you accept this in exchange for the map? It's made with seraph arts"
![](http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/322/a/3/alice_by_ki7ka7-d86vb87.png)
Grumpy Rogue (my fursona) by Navuso
![](https://media3.giphy.com/media/NKqXpZII3Fc7iGPPKY/giphy.gif)
•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
![](http://i.imgur.com/1Zehfmr.png)
"I know", she cheered "It has at least 200 years but still works perfectly fine, a wind seraph would totally love it" she added without knowing the true nature of her interlocutor.
It hurted her heart having to part ways from the flute, but it was the only way that she could afford the map.
Her sack was almost empty and she had already sold almost all the valuable items she managed to save from her temple's fire.
Food and bed were more important than memories.
![](http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2014/322/a/3/alice_by_ki7ka7-d86vb87.png)
Grumpy Rogue (my fursona) by Navuso
![](https://media3.giphy.com/media/NKqXpZII3Fc7iGPPKY/giphy.gif)
•°. * иσвℓє ρυяρℓє * .°•
•°. * тнє вєαт σf ℓανєи∂єя є¢нσєѕ σи, ι'м иσт α ωιт¢н σя αиутнιиg * .°•
•°. * яє∂ αи∂ gяєєи тяυℓу gσ ωєℓℓ тσgєтнєя * .°•
![](http://i.imgur.com/1Zehfmr.png)