Asthor's house and carpentry (ABANDONED)

Asthor began to out pace her. How dare he. Unless the road was dangerous, those of higher rank should ride ahead. "How did you know I was interested?" Was he mind reader.

AHHHHHHHHHH! Quick, don't think about things you shouldn't think about.

She thought about shirtless Thaicans.
She thought about doctoring an eye socket whilst practically seated in the fellow's lap.
She thought about accidentally poisoning George and how she would get rid of the body.
She thought about whacking Asthor over the head with a random frying pan and taking his horse.

Osma closed her eyes tight and tried to think of better things. Nicer things. The annual dress sale back home. There, that was safe. Although there had been last year, when she sorely wanted rip out the hair of Lady Amtvoe for taking the last minx fur hat when Osma had clearly had her hands on it first.

She grunted to get rid of the thoughts. "Are you some kind of mind reader?"

Asthor is seen entering the area of his house by no one. The starry night sky looms overhead as if to say where have you been. He answers with a brief none of your buissness tone. As he looks around he see's his house and how overgrown it has become. Asthor goes up to the building and feels the cold wood with his bare palm. He wonders why he left the area after completing and successfully establishing a trade route. The house is dirty as he enters. Asthor tries to sit on his once comfy bed to find it has became stiff. Asthor decides to leave the perimeter of his room and check the shop. His money bags are still full and he looks to see a trashed counter and his chairs rotten. As if to add to the affect one of his chairs caved in on itself. Asthor the sneak does not try to sneak out of Itami-cho but instead stays in his overgrown house waiting for daybreak.