I followed him up a steep slope. He seemed to go up easily but I was clumsy behind him. Pebbles rolled under my weight. Dew dampened dust stuck in my boot treads, making the climb more difficult. We made it to the top of the rise by the time the mist lifted and saw it rise away from a small town in the next valley, and an even more distant town farther along a small, muddy creek.
"We start work in town at nightfall, then we move to the next one." Said the merc. "There's loot of course. Pocket change, but stick with me and you'll get a share of everything."
We made our way down the slope to the town over the course of the day. I drank from a cold trickle of water coming down the side of the mountain. It was probably melted from the snow cap another thousand feet up. I grew hungry, and as my hunger grew so did my desire to kill. It was as if taking a life would satisfy my growling stomach.
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