Pyre read over the quest once more. He found it kind of simple, he finds the merchant, pays him, and leaves. While also making sure the man isn’t a sketchy dirt bag like Pyre’s employer thinks.
The sun would be setting soon and Pyre knew that that was his time to leave. He would meet the merchant just after dusk and the two would have their meeting, whether it was pleasant or volatile.
Pyre was ready for this. He hadn’t been out of the house in days, and everything in the house smelled like smoke, including Pyre. Pyre also needed the money to pay for new furniture, new pictures. Pyre was practically refurbishing the entire house after his very early spring cleaning.
Pyre did not think much of what had happened a few days ago. He chose to keep it out of his memory. The battle, the compound, all the dead bodies, they were too much for him. The seraphim has given him a way out of that mess as well as a way to end it. Pyre had leapt on it and now, everything felt brand new. Those who had survived the battle would not remember anything, except for pyre. The newly innocent people would be waking up in hospitals soon, confused of their whereabouts. The small children that had been members of their family would be waking up in orphanages soon, their pasts blank spaces in their minds. Pyre knew the transition would be hard. But he also knew that any life was better than one devoted to a cause you never had a choice in. Pyre himself stayed away from these memories, part of him also wished that he could also erase the memories and live his life a new and unbiased person. But for the moment, he still had some duty left. He had to make sure that everything remained calm here in magnolia after that small explosion in the woods. Pyre knew it was the cave in of the compound, but the seraphim has erased it from the land. Many citizens whispered about it. Pyre would wait until the whispers died down again and then he would leave and never look back on his life. He knew of ways to make himself disappear. Potions to change how he looked. Maybe putting on a new face would help him not have memories on himself at all times. But that would be decided later.
The sky was a bright orange now so Pyre left quickly. He opened the door and locked it behind him and moved slowly though the late afternoon steeets. He wished it was warm so he could enjoy the summer sun. But the cool winter was just as fine. He was getting to enjoy new territory in his mind. And he was okay with that.
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