Chapter 8: Instructions

Ishmael had rode as fast as the steed would let him. He had rode through the night and made his was way through the plains.  He had arrived a little faster than what he expected. He had also took into consideration that it was only himself, and he had already knew the way. 

There, in the distance was the inn. There is nothing that he could not could see for he choose the perfect vantage point that was before the inn. None the less it was almost perfect timing. The sun had already itself in the sky. From what it looked like was someone who had stopped upon their journey to take a break. “Here, will be a good spot.” Ishmael muttered to himself. He gathered all the martial needed to start a small fire has Israel had instructed him too. He causally laid back and observed the inn.

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It was the first morn