The Forgotten

" Might I bother you for directions?" I ask as I place the book in my bag. I felt a strong tension between him and I.

" Where are you looking for?" He asks, shifting his weight. The armor has to be uncomfortable.

" Anywhere but my town, Athesda, please," I sigh. He pauses, thinking for a moment... I could tell he was suspicious. For all he knew, I could be some thief plotting to rob him blind.

" Fancy yourself a stroll to the Whitehill Castle?" He asks. I could tell he was smiling by the way his voice changed.

" Quite an odd question from someone who's name I do not know," I grin back, crossing my arms. He turns the other direction and starts walking.

" No need to worry about that nonsense, fore it is irrelevant," He chuckles. I hesitantly walk after him.