Ferthan ran, not because someone was chasing him, it's simply made him feel better. The last town a few miles back wouldn't let him in, they said he looks like an Amal and might attack the townspeople. Those cursed inhuman things, they just had to mess with his life no matter what. He heard footsteps from behind, were the guards chasing him? He glanced back, and saw nothing. Odd.
He saw a town ahead, hopefully they won't reject him this time.
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They didn't. And he now sat at a bar, drinking wine, a few merchants was talking in the corner. Suspicious.