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The Dapper Mog
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A warm breeze caught the chimes in the window of a small cabin. The summe heat baked the roof of the miniscule building, sounds of the farm animals occasionally being brought in on the wind. Dark chocolate colored eyes slowly fluttered open, seeing the mildy run down roof above them.
A young monk lay in a cot, a thin blanket overtop him, a cool and damp cloth on his forehead. A shot of pain flared up his chest, his face wincing slightly as a groan escaped his lips. Once his vision cleared, he slowly sat up, allowing the cloth to fall onto his lap. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the random details surrounding him.
A table with a cup of water on it was beside him. Further to his right, he noticed his robes hung up outside the window, no doubt drying after being cleaned. He hadn't noticed that he had been unclothed, but, he supposed with the pain, he had been wounded during the attack on his monastery.
His left hand rose to touch the wrapping around his chest, another wince when his fingers touched the wound. The young man slowly rose to his feet, moving over to the window to look outside, seeing a number of people working. It was evident that this village had a lot of farmers. That was good. Farmers were typically proud and hardworking people.
Deciding it was best to speak with someone and get some information, the monk stepped outside, speaking to the first person he came across, a young woman who seemed to be weaving. She looked up at him with a smile.
"Ah, it is good to see you awake. How are you feeling?"
At first, his expression was puzzled, but a slight smile crossed his lips as he replied.
"Better, thank you. I'm guessing you are the one who took care of my wounds?"
The young woman nodded, giggling briefly.
"Yes. I am glad you are recovering. My I as your name?"
"Jin Xiu. I'm a monk. My home is...was, the Four Pillars Monastery in the east. Where am I?"
The young woman frowned at him, shaking her head.
"It is a shame. We were saddened to hear of the attack on your temple. This is Lian Yu, a small village to the north of The Four Pillars."
Jin nodded briefly. He'd heard of this village before. It was known as the Slayer's Refuge. Many people had been known to deal with Demon Slayers there, and often times, slayers would settle down there. Many of it's inhabitants were former slayers.
After a moment or two of thought, Jin bowed politely to the young woman.
"Thank you again, for your hospitality. I owe you my life."
"Please. You owe me nothing. Just live well, maybe do a little work, and I will be happy."
Another small smile crossed his face as he nodded to her. So, now what should he do?
A young monk lay in a cot, a thin blanket overtop him, a cool and damp cloth on his forehead. A shot of pain flared up his chest, his face wincing slightly as a groan escaped his lips. Once his vision cleared, he slowly sat up, allowing the cloth to fall onto his lap. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the random details surrounding him.
A table with a cup of water on it was beside him. Further to his right, he noticed his robes hung up outside the window, no doubt drying after being cleaned. He hadn't noticed that he had been unclothed, but, he supposed with the pain, he had been wounded during the attack on his monastery.
His left hand rose to touch the wrapping around his chest, another wince when his fingers touched the wound. The young man slowly rose to his feet, moving over to the window to look outside, seeing a number of people working. It was evident that this village had a lot of farmers. That was good. Farmers were typically proud and hardworking people.
Deciding it was best to speak with someone and get some information, the monk stepped outside, speaking to the first person he came across, a young woman who seemed to be weaving. She looked up at him with a smile.
"Ah, it is good to see you awake. How are you feeling?"
At first, his expression was puzzled, but a slight smile crossed his lips as he replied.
"Better, thank you. I'm guessing you are the one who took care of my wounds?"
The young woman nodded, giggling briefly.
"Yes. I am glad you are recovering. My I as your name?"
"Jin Xiu. I'm a monk. My home is...was, the Four Pillars Monastery in the east. Where am I?"
The young woman frowned at him, shaking her head.
"It is a shame. We were saddened to hear of the attack on your temple. This is Lian Yu, a small village to the north of The Four Pillars."
Jin nodded briefly. He'd heard of this village before. It was known as the Slayer's Refuge. Many people had been known to deal with Demon Slayers there, and often times, slayers would settle down there. Many of it's inhabitants were former slayers.
After a moment or two of thought, Jin bowed politely to the young woman.
"Thank you again, for your hospitality. I owe you my life."
"Please. You owe me nothing. Just live well, maybe do a little work, and I will be happy."
Another small smile crossed his face as he nodded to her. So, now what should he do?