— 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐫

ㅤㅤ𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 — 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐫

Hungry.... Counting coins. Perhaps he'll have enough for a meal and a night in a bed.

Barnabas also decided that it's better not to think too much about his survival. "Trying to make ends meet by being a sellsword. Someone always wants a man with good swordsmanship." Though by the state of his clothes you can tell it doesn't bring that much coin.

The once-king did lose weight since he 'woke up', having to depend on whatever he could hunt, cook and buy. And coin was hard to come by even with his skill with sword. "I am telling you what I know and remember. My body was turning to dust once I didn't have Odin..."

"I did. I know I took my last breath." Barnabas wasn't looking at Cid either. Though he did it mostly because of shame. The mention of Ultima cause a barely noticeable flinch in him. "Then I woke up by the shore of Ash. It was a different season than I last remembered."

Barnabas looked up, surprise on his face as he saw Cid. But quickly it changed back to a neutral expression. "I was." He turned towards his food again, hoping it was just a hallucination that will disappear soon.

Sigh. The nights are getting colder. He can't spend them sleeping outside.

Sipping beer in some tavern. At least it's cheap.

"Fuck." Someone might have had a meeting with a wolf and got a nasty.

Another day of travel. He's resting by a fireplace for now.

Eating a pitiful stew made out of a rabbit he hunted.

Sitting by a fire to keep him warm in this chill night. . . . . He misses reading. His old books are probably collecting dust in the long abandoned Stonhyrr.

/ maybe i should go to sleep,,, i keep accidentally blocking ppl thinking im blocking an ad

Mm... ( Sigh. )

You... I already plenty of rest. I just need to get to the next town.

Walking... Weary...