[Center][h1][color=999999]Demund[/color][/h1][/center]

The bridge? Demund didn't hunt, but everyone in the town knew that wasn't a very good area. Still, he wasn't going for actual hunting, just to kill time with friends, so he didn't question it befoe the group split to get their equipment.

Heading back home he took his apron off and hung it up and began the search for the bow. After nearly taking the house apart he unearthered the weapon, a quiver, and a few well made arrows. Once he was equipped he ran out the door and told his father he was going hunting.

Making it to the bridge he smirked when he found Alphonse and Gren already there. [color=999999]”Just waiting on Gale are we? Speaking of, anyoke know why he wanted to hunt on the East side?”[/color]