Ty

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(Sky is sleeping so, here is Ty.)
I creep towards the hill, checking my surroundings constantly. Night has fallen and I grip the hilt of my trusty iron sword. I know it might seem childish, but it makes me feel better.
There's a few cave openings in the hillside and I probe a few cautiously, before finding a suitable one. It has little dark corners perfect to hide in, and I make sure to check all of them for anything hostile. The most I find are some chicken feathers. Then, with the moon rising high in the sky, I go to sleep.

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