Varek approached the town, which was much smaller than he'd expected.
Ghelis likely had a population under 1,000 people, and many of the buildings seemed to be deteriorating. A few roofs were caved in, some walls had cracks or water damage, and looked like they could collapse at any moment.
He walked along a cobblestone path, barely visible from weeds that grew out from its cracks.
The bag he'd accepted from Kerav still hung on his shoulder.
Kerav.
The boy he'd left in the graveyard, now bound by a curse for eternity.
The guilt ate away at him day by day.
And he would never feel better until he carried out Kerav's last wish.
To get the food to his family.
At one point, Varek had rifled through the bag's contents, which contained fresh, nearly ripe fruits, dried meats, and bread.
It had taken everything he had to not eat it all in one sitting. Even the bag's smell made his mouth water.
