It was a simple wooden box with a door, simple torches both inside and out. The chair and table he had made were sturdy enough for the job. The traveller stood back and looked it over, nodding in satisfaction.
"That's not bad." Marty nodded with a smile. "I will happily stay here."
"Yeah, but what about me?"
"You will not need rest, food or shelter. The spirits of this land shall save you from needing it."
"Really?" he blinked.
"When did you last eat? When did you last sleep?"
"I..." he blinked, realising. He looked up to the sky. It was cloudy and dark, the last vestiges of day clinging stubbornly to the air, holding on against the twilight. "I'm not even hungry..."
"They shall sustain you, but it cannot stop you from death by injuries. Please be careful." Marty frowned slightly in concern. The traveller nodded.
"Okay, so... what's next?"
"You will need to arm yourself properly. The first stop is finding stone and making a furnace."
"Right... any hints?"
"Everything you should need is available on the surface. Some ores are available on the surface, too - hopefully, you'll find enough for an anvil."
"Alright, brilliant." The traveller turned to leave.
"Stay safe." Marty muttered. The traveller nodded and walked off, checking his sword again. It wasn't much, but it worked.
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10 Minute Tales, Part 2
FantasyBecause I only learnt today that any one story can have up to 200 posts. Makes sense, there has to be a logic to it...
