A Squire’s Trial
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5<br />
"Ahoy, there!"<br />
I turned around at the strange greeting, and saw a man<br />
briskly walk toward me off the highway road and down the<br />
path to the storage house. It wasn't rare that we got visitors all<br />
the way out here; customers from the city would often come by<br />
to check in on their goods, or deal with the boss when his job<br />
demanded he stay here. But they all arrived by personal<br />
vehicles, whereas this stranger that approached me was<br />
traveling by foot. Moreover, he wasn't approaching from the<br />
direction of the city – exactly how long has he been walking?<br />
As he grew closer, I realized that he may have traveled quite<br />
the distance.<br />
He was clad in black, military-looking clothes, dust and dirt<br />
from the road covering his boots and pants up to his knees, a<br />
severely scraped and scratched knee-guard on the right leg. A<br />
sizable back-pack, a jacket with rolled up sleeves, a loosely tied<br />
scarf on his neck, and everything had pockets full of something.<br />
The more he approached, the more the little details began<br />
to spring up – like some custom patches over his clothes,<br />
marks on his knuckles and some scars. What was the most