Volker was set to make the journey back to Witherhold. It was not going to be a short journey. From where Volker was in the deep temperate forests, it would take weeks. Just long enough for the first snows to start on the ground when he finally reached the estate.
During the year, Volker worked as a bodyguard and killer for hire. He earned coin, all of which was returned to his master, and was fairly self sufficient. Oor called him when he had a contract or he needed him. Volker had earned scant freedoms such as the right to go camp by himself when he wasn’t working. The only other rule being that he had to come when called. There was a gentle tugging in his head, as though someone pulled a cord in his brain. The order to return. If Oor asked again, there would be trouble.
Volker sat up and began packing up camp. His small bedroll, a few packages of supplies, and furs from animals he’d hunted.
Truthfully, he went as a reluctant dog obeying a leash. Witherhold meant being cooped up with his mother all winter, and Oor’s constant torrent of abuse. He preferred quiet. He sighed and stuffed a few autumn apples into his pack for the road.
During the year, Volker worked as a bodyguard and killer for hire. He earned coin, all of which was returned to his master, and was fairly self sufficient. Oor called him when he had a contract or he needed him. Volker had earned scant freedoms such as the right to go camp by himself when he wasn’t working. The only other rule being that he had to come when called. There was a gentle tugging in his head, as though someone pulled a cord in his brain. The order to return. If Oor asked again, there would be trouble.
Volker sat up and began packing up camp. His small bedroll, a few packages of supplies, and furs from animals he’d hunted.
Truthfully, he went as a reluctant dog obeying a leash. Witherhold meant being cooped up with his mother all winter, and Oor’s constant torrent of abuse. He preferred quiet. He sighed and stuffed a few autumn apples into his pack for the road.