Cathirine stepped through the fields, looking over the city. It looked calm at night, with a warm glow from the fires within the town. Though sitting around in the Pony seemed welcoming to Cathirine, she had too much on her mind to deal with it. Cathirine turned her back on the town, continuing to walk off on her own. There were people she met, even a company of men who a friend introduced to her. She actually had a friend. How could Cathirine, of all people, find a friend?
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