Aeonid watched his home burn, humming softly, watching as the flames licked at the dry timbers, nodding to himself he moved to his shop and opened the door, hefting the last crate, he moved it to his wagon, setting it down only to grab the lantern.
Moving inside the shop he took one last look around, smiling at the memories before he threw the lantern against the wall, watching as the Oil ran down the wall. Only to be quickly caught by the flames, he tugged his hood up, and left, it was to late to have a change of mind now.
Climbing onto the wagon, he took up the reins and gave them a light flick, Pug got the message and started off, two stops to make, two letters to drop off and then, it was time to head East....from there, who knew where he would end up.
A soft grumble left him."Shoulda lowered the price, then maybe someone would of made me an offer on the damned place.....ah well, looks neat from here anyways."
