Peace of Mind || Aohd and Celka
Aohd would be traveling country side by foot. He’d run into a many bandits and a many monsters. He was tired, worn down, and just wanted to rest. He would walk the beaten path, his forearm rested atop the hilt of his blade.
The path would fork, leading to the mountains one way and leading to a small village the next. Naturally, his feet guided him to the smell of food-- without even thinking he found himself strolling through the village. He would stop and look around, “... H-How did I even get here?”
He would run his hand through his bangs and back to his small ponytail.
Next moment would have it, he had entered the tavern for a room that night.










