Home was bad.. or at least, he had thought it was. His journey toward Berdusk had felt like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. They were finally free of his influence. Free to make their own path. To adventure. So free that he bid his brother farewell a tenday past, and told him that he'd catch up.
She was worth it, too. Every last copper. From there he signed on with some small caravan company headed back toward the Gate with a smile on his face.
But this? He shook his head and let out a curse as leaned against the cold, wet, stone wall.
He had worried he would see the wrong side of prison bars if he stayed home. What in the nines did he get himself into already? Could he sleep standing up? He kept his eyes on the things scratching in that darkest corner near the pile they called bedding.
They said they'd release him in the morning. A simple fine. He'd better find Traegan from there before he got himself any deeper.