Morwen wiped away a bead of sweat from her forehead, her other hand holding Morgen’s. The air was heavy with the prospect of rain. The market itself swarmed around the two, adding to the intoxicating heat of the storm. Morwen took a slow breath, it ending in a harsh cough as dirt was kicked up from the travelers ahead of her. She reached over and wiped the sweat from her brother’s forehead as well.

While the twins moved swiftly to the Inn at the end of the rode. Morwen paused to stare into a particular stand. Clothing aligned the rickety wooden walls, they were bright, clean, and stood out in the dusty market. Morwen let out a soft sigh, “Morgen, we…” She looked to her brother, “I think we can afford new clothing. And a hot dinner. We have to look good for our parents.” She squeezed his hand again, grinning a bit now. The chance to get new clothing, it made Morwen’s heart raced a moment. She moved quickly away, other expenses needed to be handle. 

Morwen kept her head down, only to glance up when a sign caught her attention. A circle with an M painted in read, and a harsh “x” was carved into it all.The twin swallowed hard, the red of the sign didn’t quite look like paint. She squeezed her brother's hand tightly “Keep your head down.” She whispered softly, “Close your eyes. It’s one of those towns.”


The market ended abruptly, a small barely kept courtyard is what signified the Inn was near. The inn, was a glorified wooden shake. Made of a combination of petrified wood and actually lumber, it looked like it would fall apart in a good bit of wind. Morwen raised an eyebrow. She lead the two inside.