Chapter 345
Enid sighed as she stretched out her aching spine . She'd been on her feet for almost two days and she just wasn't as young as she used to be . If this catastrophe had occurred twenty years ago, she'd have been in much better shape for one, and Derrion would have still been with her .
Her heart panged as she thought of her departed husband . The memory of him still ached and she tried to avoid thinking of him too often . You could only prick your finger on a thorn so many times before you learn to stop poking .
She'd thought that with the disaster that had befallen her nation, and the hectic days that had followed, she wouldn't think of him much as she'd be occupied . And she had been occupied, to an absurd degree . Enid wasn't certain that even at the height of her trading enterprise that she'd ever worked this much . Despite the lack of rest, the endless list of problems that people insisted on dropping on her table, she found herself thinking of Derrion more and more .
He would have been the perfect person to lead these people .
His slow, warm smile, his quiet strength and the short cut hair that he never bothered to take of that hung in his eyes . Even as he aged he'd never lost his affable nature, able to talk to the powerful and the poor in exactly the same way with nobody taking offense .
A legend with the sword, able to unlock a rare class after years of training and delving, he'd achieved a level of skill that Liria had perhaps not seen since its founding . In this situation, his strength, his confidence and his compassion would have seen these people through, Enid had no doubt about that .
But they didn't have Derrion Ruther, the legendary sword demon, they had Enid Ruther, the merchant, and she was doing the best she could .
Straightening up, Enid spotted a figure in dark leathers at the end of the street and quickly called out .
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"Morrelia! Are you back!"
In answer to her call a hand was raised and soon the too serious face of the mercenary came into view .
"Enid, how are you holding up?" Morrelia greeted the older woman gruffly .
Enid tried and failed to keep a scowl off her face . Old she may be but she hated when the younger folk treated her as if she were made of porcelain . She'd been running trade caravans north to the Iron Kingdom before they'd even been born!
"I'm fine" she snapped, then sighed . "Sorry Morrelia, I'm a bit tired, but I'm fine . "
The mercenary just grunted and leaned against the wall next to her .
"You're holding up better than I am then, I'm absolutely exhausted . I swear you're made of something different, mana infused bones or something . How are you still going?"
"Someone's gotta" Enid said simply, "it may as well be me . Maybe what they say is true and people get wiser as they get older . In that case I'd be the wisest person about town . "
Morrelia chuckled .
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