Soren's Memories

Memories...

Soren made his way through the dark narrow alleys, the shadows enveloping him like a cloak. His mind, wandering but never focusing as he navigated the town in which he now lived. In the very back of his mind he could feel it, something almost like a whisper creeping closer. He sharply wheeled around to look behind him, only to see nothing but darkness.

He sat down in a corner of the tavern, one he frequented often as of late. He found solace in the bottom of his tankard, it usually calmed his wandering thoughts. What had happened? The soul wind ripped through him and his companions but that was all he could remember, his recent memories of how he ended up in the town he called home eluded him. He tried to focus on memories of happier times, of things that once brought him joy only to find he could not recall them.

The drink had a bitter taste to it, and the lamp light in the room flickered. The tavern was quiet and empty, the hearth breaking the silence with a fiery crackle. A headache rolled over him, he clicked his tongue in annoyance. The headaches were becoming more frequent and the discomfort often made him quiet irritable. He finished his drink and pushed away from the table, grabbing his trusted bow and quiver of arrows off the floor beside him. As he stepped out into the night air the darkness once again clung to him like a haze, he looked to the moon as he pulled up his mask and fastened his quiver.

It was a good night to hunt.