It wouldn’t be the first time he was forced to sleep under the stars, but he’d been looking forward to a soft, warm bed. Besides, with no money how was he supposed to finish up his trip to Grincewood? Forage off the land?
Just my luck, he thought as he made his way south, out of town. My curse is following me even here2
Frye’s feet practically flew atop the soft packed dirt of the open road. This was his third day along the coast and the salty air refreshed him. The morning and evening chill that the ocean brought in reminded him of home. That was both blessing and curse.
With the string of good luck over the past few days Frye felt as if he deserved a break. He’d actually sleep at an inn tonight instead of just performing and leaving. It was good for him to move quickly, but every now and then he needed a respite. His body grew weary.
This is my life. His vigor died at the thought. Run and run and never stop. A rabbit hounded by its prey.