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Location: Berwick Weather: Overcast, breezy Time: Early afternoon |
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One please.
Vasiliy is by Sunny!
Amongst Vasiliy's chief pleasures in life was exploration. The granite-furred wolf could spend all his days walking and wandering with no particular destination. It was much the same on the sea -- though he did not feel right taking Cercatori d'Arte's boat for his own pleasurable journey, and so he did not. Walking, however, was something he could do quite easily on his own two legs. The Merchant was, also, seeking after things -- particular things, in fact. He knew of the small villages to the north of his pack's territory and it was after these he sought.
His house was, at long last, structurally complete. Working almost completely alone, the dusky-furred wolf had spent these past months cleaning and fixing, gutting and rebuilding. And now -- it was, at long last, complete... at least the first stage, anyway. There was now the thing Vasiliy hadn't wanted to consider: decoration. His artistic skills were woefully inadequate, and the blue-eyed wolf suspected it would be much the same in attempting to decorate.
And still -- he knew he must try. It was for this reason he'd gathered up a bag -- a burlap sack, to be precise, currently crammed into a deep pocket -- and went north. Now, amongst the overgrown wreckage of humanity's buildings, Vasiliy doubted his choice in coming here. The farmhouse he was looking at was half-collapsed. The roof and part of the second floor were sagging, and the Merchant perceived the jagged spear of a broken beam here and there. He crossed his arms, studying the house suspiciously.
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