Mimir found it funny that instead of attacking villages, he was now looking for them in order to help them stray away from a path of fighting. He had earned a great deal of bounty while wandering Fiore. Maybe helping a village or two would cause it to go down. The only reason he gained a bounty was because of quests gone bad, or having to steal every now and then to survive. "Stupid Fiorians... It's like they hate me. Maybe they just never saw a Icebergian before and want to enslave me." wandered the golden haired man.
As he roamed through the forest, he could feel the mushy grass beneath his feet start to become hard. It meant that people had been walking on it a lot. He was no tracker, but he could pick out a trail easily. It was one of the many things he was taught as a child... How to survive in the wild. As he followed the trail, Mimir could hear all sorts of voices from about ten meters away and figured that he was getting closer to the village with every step.
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