Book 5: Chapter 59: Humanity Found

Book 5: Chapter 59: Humanity Found

As the days wore on, Sen found himself encountering more villages and towns. At first, he simply trudged through them, almost heedless of the fact that there were living, breathing human beings in them. Most of the people he encountered on the street simply stared at him. A few times, he felt cultivators start to approach him. They all stopped short and let him pass after taking one look at his eyes. They clearly saw something in them that made them very nervous. Bit by bit, though, the presence of living people started to cut through the haze of sorrow inside of him. It was painful at times. He saw children running around under the watchful gazes of elders. At first, that simply made him remember the old man and the funeral pyre or brought on a cascade of memories of standing over funeral pyres.

Bit by bit, though, the sight of people who were healthy and alive started to restore his equilibrium. He didnt feel as he had before the village. Somehow, that well of sadness had drowned the instinct to lash out at anyone and everyone who looked like they might even try to impose on him in some way. However, the thought that he should listen to anyone who approached him started to fade. That had been an overreaction, his mind fleeing in the completely opposite direction of what he had been doing. There truly were people out there looking to exploit him. He needed to be mindful of that reality and remain utterly immovable in his rejection of those attempts. He had a reputation. Regardless of how he felt about that reputation, he couldnt keep running from its existence. That reputation alone was something that the powerful would look to weaponize to their own ends. No, neither blanket hostility nor complete openness was appropriate. He needed to follow a middle path of wary caution.

As these realizations seeped into his waking thoughts and stabilized his emotions, he became more conscious of the places he was passing through. As terrible as things had been in the plague village, life carried on. His experiences there had changed him. That sadness would always live inside him, but it wasnt all that lived inside him. As that shell of misery started to crack, Sen tried to remember the last time he had slept or eaten. He knew he had slept a few times since the village, but not when. He tried to remember how long he had walked in that haze or simply how far he had come. His mind conjured no answers for him. It might have been days. It might have been weeks. Sen didnt know how long he could go without food or sleep anymore, having not tested it since well before hed found Fu Ruolan. Still, he suspected that could use a night of sleep, hot food, and a bath.

In the next town he passed through, he found an inn. The thought of interacting with anyone still made him feel tired, but it was inevitable. There was no use in putting it off any longer. He opened the door and stepped inside. A middle-aged man with a wispy beard and an enormous stomach bustled over to him. The inns owner frowned at Sen like he was contemplating telling the young man to leave.

There are cheaper started the innkeeper.

A small shower of silver tael clattered to the floor, summoned from one of Sens storage rings. The innkeepers eyes went wide with shock and greed. He dropped to the floor and started gathering up the money like a squirrel desperately gathering nuts for the long winter.

My key? asked Sen.

The words seemed to hit the innkeeper like a blow. He looked up at Sen and seemed to regain his composure, a faint blush of shame turning the mans cheeks pink.

Of course, honored guest, said the man.

He hastily scooped up the coins and hurried away before returning with a key to a room. The innkeeper led Sen to what he thought was probably the best room in the place. The man talked ceaselessly. Sen couldnt tell if the man was filling the air out of embarrassment over his behavior or simply to try to ingratiate himself with a well-heeled traveler. Maybe it was both. Sen shrugged the thought away and made a noise now and then to indicate that he was pretending to listen. When the innkeeper began extolling the virtues of the windows, it snapped Sen out of his stupor. He really looked at the man and saw beads of sweat on the mans forehead. He hadnt been talking out of nervousness but fear.

Yes, said Sen, bringing the rivers of works to an immediate stop. The windows seem fine indeed. Do you offer meals? Baths?

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Sen found a spark of amusement as tray after tray of food was brought out to him. He only recognized about half of it, but it all smelled good. He sampled things from each tray, finally settling on a dish of chicken and vegetables that had a spicy sauce on it. Once he started eating, though, he found it difficult to stop. He emptied plate after plate of food, occasionally stopping to sip from a cup of water or pop a dumpling into his mouth. Once hed finished the last of the food, the young woman came over with an awestruck look on her face.

Does the young master require more food? she asked in a halting voice.

No. Thank you. That was more than sufficient.

The woman nodded vaguely, her eyes on the piles of empty plates that surrounded Sen. He was just going to let her take the plates when a thought came to him.

Perhaps you can help me, said Sen thoughtfully.

The young woman turned her full attention on him, possibly for the first time, and she went a little glassy-eyed. Sen sighed. Hed forgotten about that. He pressed forward anyway.

Do you know how far the coast is from here? he asked.

She blinked at him several times before seeming to come to herself.

The coast? Ive never been there, but they say its a weeks travel from here.

Sen gave her a small smile and nodded. Thank you.

He retreated to his room after that. He wondered if he should bother locking the door. He doubted anyone in the entire town could hurt him even if they tried, not that he expected they would try. Aside from that awkward initial conversation with the innkeeper, Sen was fairly certain hed been a polite guest in the town. Smirking to himself, Sen locked the door anyway. While no one might try to injure him, there was always the possibility of someone coming to his room for other reasons. Better to avoid any unnecessary complications. Once he settled onto the bed, though, Sen had no distractions left. The sorrow came back to trouble him. It didnt seize him in an iron grip the way it had, but it drained away the majority of the good feelings hed managed to accumulate over the course of the day. I guess this is how its going to be for a while, he thought. It wasnt ideal, but it was livable.

He tried to imagine what he must have looked like on the road or passing through towns. Had he looked like a specter? Had he blanketed the area with his pain and sadness? He couldnt recall having been forced to fight anyone or anything, although that was hard to trust. Hed been so far inside his own grief that much of the journey to reach the inn was simply lost in a fog. He hoped that he hadnt done anything terrible to anyone. In the state of mind hed been in, hed have likely killed anyone that provoked him in any way.