Rold and Margg had been on the road for days, criss-crossing through scraggly forests and rolling moors. Neither, from their outward appearance, seemed to be travelling with purpose; rather they appeared to tumble about like rolling stones, their only objective being to stop. Whatever propelled them, compelled them to travel beyond their own homes, lay in the dark.
Curious travellers, this pair seemed.
They carried nothing, save the ragged, mudstained clothes on their backs. Boots just as stained and worn, were tied haphazardly to their feet, the laces about to burst with age. Middle aged, with the harshness of long winters etched into their skin, they appeared haggard. Margg, the woman, seemed barely indistinguishable from her partner, the plainness of her face making her visage almost masculine.
To young Tam, an apprentice baker from Kull, they were like two old dogs. Drooping skin, sad eyes, tired and confused. He had watched them approach town, having begun as only specks in the distance. The townsfolk, being wary of strangers, all gathered at windows and stopped their daily routines to watch the pair. But, as strange as they seemed from a distance, the stranger they seemed up close.
Muttering incoherently, not even to eachother, they travelled through town, not stopping for a moment, and just as strangely they left. Up the hill and beyond, away into the distance.
It was enough to make Tam curious. Enough to make him want to know. He didn’t know what posessed him, but struck by a simple, yet frightening idea, he ran with it. Ran inside, grabbed a bag he had packed without purpose, and ran up the hill, after them. It was, of course, an idea that he would later question, an idea that would replay over and over in his head, as he sought the whys of it all. He might even regret it.
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… this is an awesome start I must say. : )