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Yet, he had not. Torbin could only guess at the twisted
turn the other's life must have taken.
He returned to the village shortly thereafter, refusing to
acknowledge the mocking stares of the inhabitants. Most of
the day was spent checking and rechecking his equipment,
running through his exercises, caring for his horses. It was
all done halfheartedly, like some sort of stalling maneuver.
Torbin could not find it in himself to push on, but at the
same time could not stand the thought of staying any
longer. He could feel the eyes at his back, hear the whispers
and curses.
He stayed the night at the inn again, this time completely
avoiding any meal even remotely smelling of fish. He had
long ago learned to live off the land. He did not even
consider eating something else; food prepared in the village
left a bitter taste in his mouth.
He woke at first light, the decision to leave this place
firmly planted in his mind. Despite such grand
determination, however, he still found himself packing as
the sun neared midday. That was when the decision was
taken away from him. 'The minotaur had entered the
village.
The people were in a panic. Women were pulling
children off the streets. Men rushed to the town elders,
demanding that something be done
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