An Anima Journey [Part 9]

Part 9

  If there was anything Praza was happy about, it was the kindness of the outcasts. The men seem more than happy to keep guard while Praza and the older lady worked on blankets together until they fell asleep. When she woke in the morning, she gave them her wagon and everything but her pouch of money, her scythe she described as her "walking stick," her house, and her silver yarn. "As gratitude for your assistance." She smiles. The trio try to persuade her, but she persists. "Please. I see you have a strong horse that carries your stuff. This will help you and the horse with the load." The trio bow and thank her before they leave.


  After they leave, Praza straps the pouch under her dress with some of her silver yarn and takes Geralt's rein they gave to her for the wagon. It was nicer than the one she had. "Alright, Geralt. Back to basics for us." Geralt neighs and shakes his mane. "Alright, alright. Let's get going." She walks alongside him as they begin a trek across the plains to the next city. Though she didn't remember the name of it, she knew it was a bigger port city. It will take a while, but she knew how to get around the plains and to where she wanted to go.

 

  It takes a couple of weeks, but she reaches the city on a busy ship day. She sits herself down near the ships to watch them. She looks for a specific type of ship: one with a foreign flag. She finds one and immediately heads to it. She waits for everyone to leave the dock as she studies the crew. She spots one and flags him down. "Excuse me, sir?"


  "Oh, hello young lady." His tone sounds surprised in a pleasant way. "Can I help you with something?"


  "I would like to speak with your captain." Praza says. "It's important."


  "The man sees something behind her. He seems suddenly concerned. "Absolutely! Come aboard with your horse for a moment."


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