ZephyrWhisperer

  I stepped out of the way as an old man dressed in animal skins ran past. He was being followed by a group of teens with wooden clubs. One of the teens knocked me onto the ground.      “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean ta hit ya. Ya right? Nothin broke I hope.” The teen helped me back onto my feet. He was wearing a plain tunic and green pants. The club he held had a bit of blood on it. Presumable the old man’s.    “I’m fine.” we both stepped to the side of the street when a priest dressed all in red walked by with a herd of sheep. A bunch of people were lining the sides of the street now. All watching as he