Aline's Lost Mine

5.- The miseries of life

By the time we returned to the place where our brave cleric would be waiting for us, with our horses and wagons, it was too late, there was no presence, not even of one of the others, around there was only a huge stench, because not long ago we had shed blood on that battlefield, near a bush, right on the tree where the cleric would be waiting for us, we managed to observe only something, about a meter in diameter, a circle to be exact, of a substance that seemed to be... it didn't seem like it, it was blood. Under the circumstances it was not difficult to guess where the matter was going, as a group we theorized what could have happened, that if the Goblins returned, that if a group of creatures attacked them, that if the wolves were hungry... there were no exact answers, but all, absolutely all of us believed Theren's words:

-It was the black spider- He said with such seriousness, that it was impossible to doubt it - while, with one of his fingers he touched the blood and proceeded to smell it -

These were those occasions in which, we did not know what had happened, but we were angry, tired and so, but so hungry, that we only wanted a culprit and a reason in turn, so that our resentment towards the arachnid would grow.

—I nodded—

In the eyes and gestures of my companions I could see resignation and ferocity, we all nodded in our own way, except Nuxtar, she was busy looking for food, when I saw her I understood that hatred was not necessary, but having my thoughts so clouded by the corpse of Sildar in my arms, I was able to rectify:

Hatred is an evil, a quite necessary one.

We took a break, to eat, to drink water, to get to know each other, the atmosphere was still tense, it was there, without mentioning a specific dialogue, when we got to know each other a little more, information that if we didn't feel comfortable, it wouldn't be of any use, Jaime prophesied his hatred towards the undead, but he also showed us his cartographic ability, he showed us some strokes, of maps, of places we knew, some initiated, others seemed like drafts, it was great:

''So these are the skills of someone who went to an educational institution'', I thought.

I was born an orphan, this time I don't say it as a complaint, but it is worth mentioning, can you imagine what it meant for a poor orphan to study? I felt amazed, I wanted to hear about the great buildings of that school, of the library that surely covered two Goblin caves in area, of the teachers, specialists in magic, there I also came to understand that:

I did not hate anyone for having been lucky in their birth, I simply longed for its benefits.

They were very different things, because I loved Jaime, I adored him, and when we heard him talk about maps (although we didn't understand him very well), we could appreciate how he was really capable of speaking:-Ah, he really knew how to talk- ex-soldier Vitros was a bit confused.I don't know what worried me more, the veracity of the comment or the bad mood that Vitros had when telling jokes... whatever, believe me, he never told another one.

Kaladin told us about one of his adventures in particular, where together with his crew, while delivering an order (I don't know why he wouldn't tell us what he was carrying, no matter how much I tried to persuade him, but I guess it was it) he got so drunk, both he and a dozen other men he was traveling with, that it took them 3 days, yes, three days!, to find where they had "parked" the ship (it is worth mentioning that I am not yet a master of maritime matters, this term is more common in carts), he told us how he grew up alone, so I came to a conclusion: