The people of Renack are decent, patriotic citizens. Should they discover your sadly misguided
beliefs, I doubt they would trust an icy field to do you in. Bydell is to the east. Nothing but scoundrels
and deserters. You just may find someone there who shares your blasphemous views."
These last words were heard through the slammed door of his quarters. Myranda moved with swift,
motivated strides. She would have no more of this place if she could help it. The cold wind of the
outside staggered her like a blow to the face. It had grown even colder than when she had sought
shelter just minutes before. The patches of scalding hot tea turned icy at the first exposure to the
stinging cold. The fuming girl gritted her teeth and leaned into the wind. It never ceased to amaze her
how, seemingly regardless of which way she turned, the wind blew in her face. It was as though
someone up above was toying with her, seeing how much torment it would take to break her. She
turned her eyes skyward.
"You will have to do better than that!" she assured her unseen tormentor.
Not long after storming out of the church, she found the signpost of which the priest had spoken.
Renack to the west and Bydell to the east. Both were ten miles away. A few hours by foot. It was a long
hike by any means, but along a road, she could make it to either town well before nightfall. She might
even make it to a pub before the tables had filled for supper. But which town to go to? Reluctantly, she
headed off to the east.