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Mrs. Neeson, a kind old lady who had been living for many many years in the small town, answered the door and recognized the face immediately. "Leon," she said without the title. After all, she had known the boy for so long she hardly needed it. She didn't open the door any wider though, considering her current company. "Leon," she repeated, this time her tone more serious, "I suppose you're here under the king's orders." She stated this straight-forward. Not as a question at all. As much as she trusted the boy, she didn't trust the king and she didn't know if the king would use his influence as both king and father of Leon to influence him into certain tasks. "If you're not then come right in," she invited, though the old woman made no move to move.
Meanwhile, Taryn was already far out into country where all there were were scattered farms and nothing but miles upon miles of forests, fields, and roads. She already felt more content now that she was so far out nearing the popular trading town.
Meanwhile, Taryn was already far out into country where all there were were scattered farms and nothing but miles upon miles of forests, fields, and roads. She already felt more content now that she was so far out nearing the popular trading town.