Travel

The next morning I went to talk to the little hobbit to see if they would give me a reward or something like that, plus I had to fix my face a bit and change my appearance so that no one would recognize me again.

As I walked in the direction of that place. I noticed that the beard I had was growing a little, but I needed it more. In a week I would be quite noticeable, but I had to change enough to go unnoticed, luckily for me the wizard's spell no longer worked on me. Now I was no longer a danger to anyone, and I was free to go on any mission.

I saw many people arriving from different cities, by the way they were dressed, perhaps to take the remains of their relatives or to say goodbye to them. I was carrying the handkerchief in my hand. So everyone noticed it, such complexion they all knew what it was for, but many looked at me because of that. In the middle of the people I decided to keep it in one of my pockets and avoid being robbed or asked about it.

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