ᗷOOK I - TᕼE ᗪEITY {PLATONIC}

XVI

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The food that (Your Name) had packed in preparation of their expedition had began to dwindle already. Inwardly sighing at themself for not choosing to focus more on their food source than packing their brewing stand and ingredients for potions.

 In fact, they should've just taken their haversack instead of their satchel; it would've been much more beneficial to carry more items along with them. In addition, they had packed their adjustable pockets, which were not enchanted, meaning that they would later have to cast a spell that would cost them quite a bit of energy.

Opting to stop by one of the few trees on the outskirts of a forest, they slid their back down against the tree, before sitting down on the cool grass. The wind passing by their form was cool, providing much needed relief from the sun that beat down against their back. It was even worse as they had arrived to a large clearing that had no trees offering shade.

Removing the satchel from their shoulder, (Your Name) crossed their legs over one another, so that they were in the typical "criss cross applesauce" position, with their bag resting in the center of their legs. 

Opening the bag so that they could take inventory of their food, they rummaged through it, occasionally pulling out objects along the way. The process only took a few minutes and in the end, (Your Name) could only find: a loaf of bread that had been baked the day before, surrounded by a cloth to keep it from going stale, two apples, and a fair few handfuls of sweet berries that they had picked from the forest as a small treat.

To be fair, they had also found plenty of mushrooms from a pocket in their bag, but they didn't have any way of cooking it into a stew, nor did they have any sort of bowl to hold it. Thinking over their options, (Your Name) conjured up their spare iron axe from their inventory, and began to chop at a tree that was a few meters away from them. 

Wiping the sweat off of their brow, they placed as much as they could manage into the bottom of the satchel, before piling all of their other belongings on top of it, so that the food and the variety of small objects wouldn't get crushed.

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Even though Schlatt wasn't capable of walking in a complete, straight line, it didn't mean that he was drunk. Now tipsy, was definitely a possibility as he raised the flask full of whiskey up to his lips, letting the liquid slide down his throat with a slight burning sensation. His chest felt warm to the man as he kept on walking down the path. 

Originally, in the middle of everything, he had packed himself a small bag with a quarter loaf of bread, two flasks of whiskey and bottle of water. He had spent the first few minutes sprinting the second he got out of the house, before slowing down to a jogging pace for the next 30 minutes, only to start stumbling around in a tired fashion.

His stomach felt rather empty, despite eating the bread almost two hours ago, and his bottle was empty. 

"I really should start drinking less," Schlatt muttered, eyeing the flask in his hand, before making the spontaneous decision to chuck it as far as he could. The once bright sky had now become filled with soft shades of red, orange, yellow and pink. The once pale blue had began to darken, as the moon threatened to rise.

Coming to a stop at a small river, Schlatt cupped some water in his hands, using it to refresh himself, the cold water activating his vagus nerve. His once rapid breathing had begun to slow, as he wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his shirt, before he continued his journey.

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The sunlight was disappearing rapidly, causing the already cold (Your Name) to start freezing. Trudging through the thick snow, they couldn't help but feel weighed down by the sword that hung off of their hip. They were almost persuaded to strap it onto their back, atop of their bow but with the threat of the mobs beginning to spawn, forced them to stay the same weigh.