Terrence took his belongings back and gave a curt nod to the traders and turned back to Sara, a noticable smile making way to his lips. A vital clue had been given to them today, and Terrence knew the only logical direction was North.<br/>"May death come swift for you, goodbye." Never one to linger on pleasentry, Terrence's odd farewell was enough that needed to be said. A twisted compliment that was an unfortunate understanding shared by all the life that still clung hopelessly to Mother Nature's fetid teat.<br/>All that poured from it was dust and empty promises, but still we all keep sucking away until the nectar - however foul or impure - wastes to nothing but bones.<br/><br/>Though now, in the space of a few words, it seems like the sugar was getting closer and closer. The revered sweetness otherwise known as utopia or hope in the face of despair was seeming like a graspable concept.<br/><br/>Terrence moved on, away from the traders, walking by Sara's side.<br/>"I think you can remove your hood now, they won't be coming after us and they're probably too busy being miserable," Terrence said it as a macabre joke, though it sounded morbidly regular.