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by J.R. Murdock
The rain came down in sheets the night Kance trudged through the dark woods to the Lonely Tavern. It lay just on the outskirts of the recently developed barter town of Daven. His soft, leather boots were soaked and heavily caked with mud as he plodded between the water-logged trees attempting to avoid the wind and carefully watching the ground so as to not slip on fallen leaves that littered the ground. The sun had gone down and the cold of the autumn night caused him to hold his heavy cloak about his body, though it did little good to keep the rain out. He had undone the long sword and carried it over his shoulder for his belt had torn during his travel and he didn't want to lose it.