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For a handful of coppers, you could get a good drink. For a silver, you could spend a night with the finest whore in town. And for four, you could buy yourself a brand new hauberk made of fine iron. So what was the beast going to do with ten of them? At the very least, it didn’t up and run away like a thief as he half-expected, but something gave Ernst an inkling that perhaps the Kunite was a bit of a wastrel…

Regardless of it, needle, thread and ale had been acquired, and the woodsman thought to strike a conversation with Tregon, the younger of the two dwarves present. [b]”Are you going to be our captain, ser? Need any help with skinning those deer?”[/b] he kindly offered, tankard in hand already half-empty. [b]“I’m a fellow woodsman, see. That’s a good catch you have there, three beasts as you said! But isn’t hunting deer ‘round these parts illegal? Something about the… [i]‘Emperor’s Venison’?[/i]”[/b]

He was glad he resisted the urge to flee some minutes ago when Marco had entered the tavern, and further gladdened by the fact that he was now [i]employed[/i]. He was given bonus money and a job to do, with a bunch of strange folk that, while not exactly friendly, would make fine companions. Indeed, this was going to be a most welcome reprieve from poverty and the vulnerability of being alone. And this dwarf before him, Tregon -- he looked like a fine commander, and his claim of three large game in a single hunt had already left a good impression on Ernst!