They walked for a few hours, not saying much at all. When dusk fell they found shelter in an old barn. Here they finally talked. “What is your name and what were you saying before about a guild?”, the girl asked. “And how do you know my father?”
Pipper didn't know where to start. “My name is Pipper… And I guess it's all my fault.”
digital fantasy illustration of two mice arriving at an old barn in the country. One is a brown and white lean and slim male mouse dressed as a rich merchant. the other one is a beautiful white female mouse of the same age and size dressed in a white dress, both of them looking a bit disheveled, many ...