CH 2

Having been kicked out of the party and left alone, I was on my way to a small village called Yang, surrounded by the sea and mountains.

Although it has a population of only a few hundred, it is also used as a stopping point for travelers, so it doesn’t have a closed atmosphere. It is a place where all villagers welcome travelers and are also supportive of migrants.

I bought some preserved food and walked down the street.

I wondered if I would regret being so lonely when I was alone. I wondered if I would regret being so lonely, but I did not. Rather, a weight was lifted and I felt refreshed.

I continued along the busy street and spent the night at an inn town, then continued on. By this time, the road was getting narrower and the number of people passing by was sparse.

If we can just get through this forest, we can make it to Yang.