TWO
[The text is scrawled and simply overall not quite well-presented, but even so, it holds a certain flair to it that creates a sense of stressed thought.]
I guess there aren't any blacksmiths around here? It feels weird: not to be holding a weapon of any kind.
I really don't like it. The-
What if there are more out there, other[A block of text is smudged out, the writer having decided that the topic in question might reveal too much for the present moment.] s who are like me yet not? I don't want to fight if I don't have to, but I don't want to be defenseless either...