LordLuck
The Wicked Historian
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Young Pernell had been quite worried about this.
His mother had sent him in her place to deal with the Woman that lived far beyond the hills, at the very slopes of the mountains, not too far from his own village, not far but deep into the forgotten and wild recesses of the land. She was rumoured to be kind-hearted, a caring and beautiful woman that made unguents and medicines for the peasants in exchange of goods, like cereals and hunted game. She lived quietly into her house, undisturbed by any, hidden from prying eyes just beside a small wood.
Once, Pernell had even seen a knight coming to heed this Wise Woman's counsel. She was said to be very wise, and some said she was old. Some said she was a Hag, and blamed her by the bad crops, but most just choose to believe that she was there to help them in the times of need. The young man had never seen nor talked to her. Tall, standing at 1.78m, the peasant was strong, as he worked as an apprentice to a lumberjack and a poacher. His hair, dark brown as murky mud, runned wildly at his shoulders, although his beard was just starting to grow.
After many, many minutes after getting off the trail, Pernell had finally reached the Woman's House, finding it only thanks to his mother's indications. Otherwise, he would most surely lose himself into the moutain. Not too worn, after all. Slowly, he came towards the door, quietly, his body ticklish with antecipation.
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Young Pernell had been quite worried about this.
His mother had sent him in her place to deal with the Woman that lived far beyond the hills, at the very slopes of the mountains, not too far from his own village, not far but deep into the forgotten and wild recesses of the land. She was rumoured to be kind-hearted, a caring and beautiful woman that made unguents and medicines for the peasants in exchange of goods, like cereals and hunted game. She lived quietly into her house, undisturbed by any, hidden from prying eyes just beside a small wood.
Once, Pernell had even seen a knight coming to heed this Wise Woman's counsel. She was said to be very wise, and some said she was old. Some said she was a Hag, and blamed her by the bad crops, but most just choose to believe that she was there to help them in the times of need. The young man had never seen nor talked to her. Tall, standing at 1.78m, the peasant was strong, as he worked as an apprentice to a lumberjack and a poacher. His hair, dark brown as murky mud, runned wildly at his shoulders, although his beard was just starting to grow.
After many, many minutes after getting off the trail, Pernell had finally reached the Woman's House, finding it only thanks to his mother's indications. Otherwise, he would most surely lose himself into the moutain. Not too worn, after all. Slowly, he came towards the door, quietly, his body ticklish with antecipation.
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