《The things that carry over. Over and over》Chapter 5: go or not to go
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The sun is shining behind the cloud. The sun position look more tilted than it should be because the mountain height.
A lone man is at the middle of the courtyard. eyes closed. sitting with cross legged. He's no longer weak, not like the first time he awake. While he still have no clue who he is or where he is, he get more knowlegde from his vision that temper both his mind, body and experience. A knowledge that make him succesfully hunt a bear that now hung decapitated, at the side of the main building.
He's getting familiar at the new lifestyle he had. Yet at the same time he grow bored. But still an unexplained feeling hold him to stay.
He frequently stood next to the cliff. Gaze bellow the clouds. On a few lucky occasion the cloud will disperse. Shown a breathtaking view of the landscape down bellow. Few tiny unclear view of tower or other landmark that show a civilization is appear within that time. Make him want to start a jurney to the place. But somehow he just cant leave.
After a few moment the lone man open his eyes. Then stood and walk toward the main building. He enter inside, move past few room, carrefully closed the door again after he move through it. Then he arrive at a big room inside the building. His movement make a subtle sound on the wooden floor. He then stood in front of a shelf, then he take few piece of paper and carry it to a desk where he start to write down.
The room where he is now is the only room that have the fewest ventilation. and made from a stone, an unlit fireplace is placed on the west of the room while the other side of the walls is fills with bookfilled shelf make the rooms feels warm. Almost all of the book here is writen by him. Each time he got a vision he always write it down wheter it is a trivial vision, a elixir recipe or forging technique he suddenly remember or knowlege he once had, anything. But now, his unwritten book supplies start to dwindle. Only few rolls of paper left behind.
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After storing what he was written he walk away to the rooms he first awaken. Do a maintence on a few makeshift weapon he made himself. Then he take one dagger and move to the hunged bear on the outside. He then start to skin the bear and cut the meat to make it easier to store. He then lift his hand toward the cutted meat. His eyes lit up a moment and the portion of the meat ahead of him is frozen. Another portion he prepared is then he toss to a furnace that can function to smoke meat to. After the meat smoking process is started he left.
he then go to the makeshift tub inside the building. Start heat up the water that he prepare inside and then he slowly get inside the tub. Sigh* "maybe i should really go down and search some settlement. Buy suplies and ask arround, who knows what i will find" the man ponder while he relaxing his shoulder. For a moment he go relaxing enjoy the warm water. after few moment he slowly get up "But i what should i use to trade." He sigh while he put on his clothes.
"A game meat?" He though while he look at his meat supplies "not practical, hmm maybe for the first visit i just have to look arround". He thought while he look down bellow. Far far away, beyond the white cloud A big white walled building with four tower look peacefully stood on a green vast land.
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