Pushing such demonic thoughts to the back of his mind, Odin quickly packed up all his things (which wasn't a large collection) and got on the road to Hargeon, having to pass through another town he had rarely noticed, having not ventured as far south as he currently was, despite the fact that Hargeon was even further. Oak was situated in the north of Fiore, and it was there Odin had made his home, and now he was in the southern most lands. What reason could Icarus have for this? His mind quickly wandered to the Swineherd pub, as he wondered how it was being handled. It had been a lengthy time since Odin had returned there, and he was missing the buzz of working in a bar. Once he was finished in Hargeon, as well as getting work in some of the other nearby towns, he would make a point of returning there. After all, in the home of Phantom Lord, there would always be work for a dark mage.
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