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A few days ago he escaped from Covian jail cells. Nay a chance that he will face their court and get hunged. He had been running for hours, even days and he was hungry and could since the guardsmen have taken his leather armor that usually kept him warm enough on the evenings and the cold nights. He knew that he could not return to Cove for a long wile, and everybody in Buccaner's Den would probably not even remember him. He sits down on a stump to recover his breath. He could allmost hear in his imagination, the guardsmen running after him to take him down, and probably for good.


Where was he going to go? He had no ship either so he could not take his way to Buccaner's Den and hope that somebody there would remember him. For the first time in his life he felt bad for killing all those innocent people, slaughtering them cold bloody with his axe. He shaked away that thought for a moment, time to focus on the things that matters right now. He had to hire a messenger to run to Rex Richter to tell him that he has escaped and that he will be hiding at their hide at their hideout for awile until the things over there has cooled down abit.


What a mess, what a bloodeh mess. He looks back the way he ran from. Perhaps a visit to Yew would work out. But not even the lord know what their mad guardforce would do to him if they find out he is wanted and even a Covian citizen. He had no choice. He had to run towards the city of Britain to find food and shelter so he can think straight of what he is going to do about his major problem he has on his head.