Really rusty, sorry. :< t
Moth took a deep breath, stopping dead on the path. He could see the town from where he stood with his gold eyes, all covered in snow. It looked nice, it seemed to be a decent enough size. Which Moth figured would mean a decent enough of inhabitants. He had half the mind to turn around and go right back to the little place he was now calling 'home' thanks to Shawchert. it was a small place, away from the town and slightly hidden. Small, but big enough for him. However he needed a few things, and the town seemed to be the best place to get them.
He sighed shuffling his feet in the snow a bit. Might as well at least have a bit of a look, it looked inviting. He started off again, trying to remember what he needed to get from the town. At least there was snow, he liked that. It wasn't long until he was upon the town itself, he walked slow, taking it all in.
With a sniff, Moth pulled the old bag hanging off his dusty brown shoulder further up. The cloth of the bag was in bad shape, and quickly ripped under the stress. He didn't really notice anything until it fell off his shoulder completely and he was dragging it by what was left of the strap. He sighed moving to pick it up. Figures.
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