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Tereth sat at the edge of Falwood. Where the forests met the grassy plains that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. The small fire in front of him would go out just in time to coincide with the setting of the sun, which was fine given that his business wouldn't have him sleeping or making camp tonight. The small village was about a mile off in the distance, small bits of smoke rising from chimneys as families lit up their own blazes.
Those same residents were the reason he was out here. For the last year, the residents had been harassed on each full moon by a creature. They claimed it was a werewolf, but Tereth still had his skepticism, but he had seen the graves that marked the victims of whatever was out here.
Whatever was out here, though, Tereth had been paid up front to deal with it. Or at least, he'd been paid half. So werewolf, vampire, or common bandit, he would be here. He would wait, and he would find whatever was out here, and he would kill it... or he would fight it at least.
His sharpening stone ran down the length of his weapon one last time before he slipped it away and pushed himself to his feet. He took one more deep, steadying breath and kicked dirt over his fire, stamping out the embers.
I'll make for the edge of the woods and watch, he thought to himself. He was familiar with the forests well enough and shouldn't have any trouble spotting... whatever was coming for the village. At least, he assumed that it came from the forest. But then, the road of assumption was lined with coffins. Time to earn your pay.
Those same residents were the reason he was out here. For the last year, the residents had been harassed on each full moon by a creature. They claimed it was a werewolf, but Tereth still had his skepticism, but he had seen the graves that marked the victims of whatever was out here.
Whatever was out here, though, Tereth had been paid up front to deal with it. Or at least, he'd been paid half. So werewolf, vampire, or common bandit, he would be here. He would wait, and he would find whatever was out here, and he would kill it... or he would fight it at least.
His sharpening stone ran down the length of his weapon one last time before he slipped it away and pushed himself to his feet. He took one more deep, steadying breath and kicked dirt over his fire, stamping out the embers.
I'll make for the edge of the woods and watch, he thought to himself. He was familiar with the forests well enough and shouldn't have any trouble spotting... whatever was coming for the village. At least, he assumed that it came from the forest. But then, the road of assumption was lined with coffins. Time to earn your pay.
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