The funeral began at 1200. There were a lot of people gathered at the fountain in the middle of town. There were many locals, but also a lot of visitors. Some were already quite inebriated, and more were stumbling out of the tavern.

In his sensible, brown shoes, Eugene walked slowly towards the crowded fountain. The ground was hard and dry.

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I wonder if she’ll be here.

The last time Eugene and Logan saw each other, they were 15. It had been 10 years since then. Eugene was not even sure if Logan was still alive. He had a mad crush on her when they were kids, but never told her because he knew she wanted to become a warrior.

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Logan walked through the gates of Merton. She immediately heard chatter and bursts of laughter coming from the steps leading into the tavern. It was a cool late afternoon. The smell of Cedar wood burning brought on a pleasant feeling of nostalgia. When burned, Cedar smelled light and sweet. As much as Logan wanted to get out of Merton, she could not deny how nice it was to be back.