As Arad approached the tavern, memories slowly started coming back. How he used to fight here as a kid, that fence he snuck around with the rascals, the empty barrels they used to roll down the slope, and even the old wheel of the carriage they broke, which was still decorating the stables.
^I was right, taking a walk is the best.^ Even with his memories shattered, immersing himself in his daily routine helped him regain them. Even without memories, he seemed to remember where the forest was, where he kept the large saw hidden, the road to the tavern, and even people's faces started slowly showing up in his head.
But… something still felt off, a deep sense of fear, worry, and guilt still gripped his heart. Two golden eyes keep flashing back in his head, screaming with a will to live, calling him to move. He tried to recall who that woman was, but the agonizing headache always dragged his thoughts away, washing them away like a stream of water.
