Chapter twenty-one: A New Job

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The job was simple, she must travel from Murghal to Coldnaught, located northeast of Murghal, where she would find a burial mound is a small isle just next to the town of Coldnaught. She must kill the Daermorah, and close the sacred place of the ancestors, then head back and have her ''information.'' This was difficult though, if Coldwater in Domesia was cold being more to the north than Coldnaught, its still was going to be a chilly and difficult task and path... At least Domesia's weather is not as aggressive as Snowfell's... Or that's what Mirghreel told himself.... So they now had two tasks; pack and travel. Mirghreel went to convince the people from the caravan for transport again, Coldnaught had Rikrok Fish season, which would yield food and money for the big game hunters of this season. The fish was large and wide, it would give a large sum of gold to whoever catches even a ''small one'' but the catch was; catching that kind of fish is really hard, one of the hardest fish to catch out there.... Fishermen always had to pack heavy short harpoons and long-resistant ropes to even have a small one, they would hunt them in groups of even four sometimes this hunt could last for days....

As for Aliana though, she started packing again her stuff, it was getting interesting, everything, even if she had to look like a nomad from time to time. She was born ready. Mirghreel too.... Ready to flee at any moment's notice.... The poor bastard.

So off they went then to the northern art of Snowfell, Coldnaught were legends were told that the place was cursed with cold that lasts all year long, every day and every night. Murghal was beginning to look small from a distance set to meet the people from the caravan. Mirghreel looked up a small cliff, the caravan was there, two wagons, 14 people, and two more persons ready to ride the caravan for the closest and coldest place of Coldnaught, as well as Frostbite and Hirdamor.... Tradariel, the North Pole was closer to this part of the continent of Hardelia, granting the perk of being as cold as ice. As mentioned, Coldnaught was indeed cursed, I was the witness of that, the story was short, the man who cursed the town, had a love interest there, they started dating but, she had to move to the continent of Conako, then came back, the man was waiting anxiously but, she came back married with someone else.... So in his depression he went to one of the Daermorah Lords, and cursed the town with never ending cold.... As his heart was, then, nobody heard of the man ever again....

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