William stood quietly for a while, listening to the conversation that filled the church. The voices of the priest, the village chief, and a few other villagers echoed through the room, but none of them mentioned anything about where the hunter had gone. Instead, they were focused on the growing problem of thieves in the area.
He felt a pang of disappointment. He had hoped to overhear something useful but found nothing relevant to his interests. Deciding not to linger, William slipped out of the church, his footsteps soft against the stone floor.
He had his own destination in mind; he was heading to the border town.
Some time ago, the Forum Master had extended an invitation for William to visit the town and discuss important matters. At that time, however, William had been preoccupied with a visit to the Magic House, which left him uncertain about when he could make the journey. Now, the opportunity had come, and he was ready to see what the border town had to offer.
