The farmer appeared to be the same size as Aaron, according to his observation. He observed the man approach, hearing the soft thuds of his footsteps on the wooden planks.
Without a moment's hesitation, Aaron plunged from the loft, his heart pounding in his chest as he descended upon the unsuspecting farmer.
The impact with his body was violent, leaving the man sprawled on the ground, unconscious. Aaron swiftly removed the boots from the farmer's feet—a mix of exhilaration and satisfaction coursing through his wicked veins.
With the stolen boots now on his feet, and a few coins from the farmer's pocket. Aaron darted out of the barn, his heart still racing and adrenaline pumping.
He hurriedly made his way toward the village center in search of some food and drink.
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Merrick and Carter followed the tracks through the snow to the southwest and traced them to the village of Moss Falls, where they disappeared into the town.
