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N'aschi had been on his own for months now, living on the whim of his own choices. His family had thought leaving his home in the Bayou had been a rather dimwitted plan; he wasn't suited for bounty work, they claimed Swordplay? He could handle himself, but he'd never defeat a true swordsman, they said. Magic? Oh, he could never cast a fireball that he'd meant to cast. Really, the only thing that his folks back home admitted he was good at was music, hunting, and riding a horse.
The latter had at least made the leaving part easy.
He was running out of money though, and it was getting harder and harder to find bounties that were reasonable for him to tackle alone. He was capable enough, sure, and the will to become the kind of legend that songs and books were written about never left him. But eventually, he'd had no choice but to start taking up some much more difficult tasks, and he'd barely escaped with his head a few times. This latest job was the least threatening one on the list: Hunting down a few thieves that had fled into the woods. He'd have to be careful, but he didn't think it was too much for him in the slightest.
The snooty elf giving it to Kona didn't think much of him, and N'aschi supposed he didn't blame him. He was inexperienced, but give him a few years, and this whole town would know his name! Would it have killed him to be a bit more thankful, maybe? He'd hardly given Kona any info, or told him what the thieves even looked like! He'd set off in the direction the elf had pointed out to him anyways, figuring that if there was anything he truly needed to know, his employer would have told him. That's how it worked, right?
At the very least, the footprints looked human sunken into the soft dirt at the forest's edge looked himan. So that was probably a good thing, right? That meant no bears or trolls. He didn't like bears and trolls one bit after he'd had to take on both at once. Then again, he figured a bear might not be stealing things, but who knew?
Dispelling the mental image of a bear with a mouth full of treasure, he looks forward on down the path. The trees were growing thicker, and the path narrow. He couldn't take his horse in that far... He'd have to leave it. He slid off of his mount's back, taking some rope and tying it up to a particularly thick-looking tree trunk. Securing his sword on his hip, the ambitious young Bog-Elf headed further into the muddy thicket.
Lumina
The latter had at least made the leaving part easy.
He was running out of money though, and it was getting harder and harder to find bounties that were reasonable for him to tackle alone. He was capable enough, sure, and the will to become the kind of legend that songs and books were written about never left him. But eventually, he'd had no choice but to start taking up some much more difficult tasks, and he'd barely escaped with his head a few times. This latest job was the least threatening one on the list: Hunting down a few thieves that had fled into the woods. He'd have to be careful, but he didn't think it was too much for him in the slightest.
The snooty elf giving it to Kona didn't think much of him, and N'aschi supposed he didn't blame him. He was inexperienced, but give him a few years, and this whole town would know his name! Would it have killed him to be a bit more thankful, maybe? He'd hardly given Kona any info, or told him what the thieves even looked like! He'd set off in the direction the elf had pointed out to him anyways, figuring that if there was anything he truly needed to know, his employer would have told him. That's how it worked, right?
At the very least, the footprints looked human sunken into the soft dirt at the forest's edge looked himan. So that was probably a good thing, right? That meant no bears or trolls. He didn't like bears and trolls one bit after he'd had to take on both at once. Then again, he figured a bear might not be stealing things, but who knew?
Dispelling the mental image of a bear with a mouth full of treasure, he looks forward on down the path. The trees were growing thicker, and the path narrow. He couldn't take his horse in that far... He'd have to leave it. He slid off of his mount's back, taking some rope and tying it up to a particularly thick-looking tree trunk. Securing his sword on his hip, the ambitious young Bog-Elf headed further into the muddy thicket.
Lumina
