[color=8dc73f][center][h1]Freyr[/h1][/center][/color]

[color=FF5353][b]"N-No wolf howls like that...who's there? P-Please, we just want to hunt the wolf and help the town...no need to fight."[/b][/color] Freyr heard Magnus saying, tightening his grip on the big axe on his hands.

Differently from Magnus, Freyr was holding his bow in a crouched stance. Not even his respiration produced any sounds, his hands were firm and steady, only waiting for the moment to shoot. He didn't knew if they were being hunted, or if it was only a joke someone was playing with them, but he wouldn't lower his guard. The forest where he came wasn't kind with whoever lived there. He was hunted not only by the dangerous creatures there, but if a female Viera ever saw him trespassing on their territory, he would be killed on sight...

After a few seconds, a big wolf jumped out of the bush, albeit in a rather odd manner.
Without even thinking twice, he immediately shot an arrow through the wolf, but the sound it made when it hit it was... strange...
Looking at it a little better, he would quickly realize that it was nothing but a decoy, and not a real wolf.

It was pretty ironic, the one who said for him to fight like a man was hiding behind such ridiculous tricks.
But he wouldn't drop his guard, he didn't know the reason behind all that. Was it only a joke? Maybe Freyr was being too paranoid, but it was the only way a male viera could live in the forests for that long.

[color=8dc73f]"Magnus, I don't know whether all this is nothing but a joke or if we are really being hunted. Don't drop your guard, but do not attack things before being sure they are hostile."[/color] Freyr said, in a monotone whisper to Magnus. If possible, Freyr didn't want any innocent blood on his hands.

Standing still, with his bow drawn, he used his enhanced hearing and sense of smell, Freyr tried to track down the one behind those pranks.  Whoever it was, it should be nearby them.

[@GoddessOfNature] [@The Irish Tree]

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[color=C6DEFF][center][h1]Bast Ragoczy[/h1][/center][/color]

Bast heard as the priestess complained, clearly annoyed at his words. He wouldn't lie, he didn't liked those religious types... They were all hypocrites... all of them puppets, nothing more. They were even happy in being used... 
"[color=92278f]When you are done or out of chalk, come see me at the church. We can discuss your payment then.[/color]" she said turning around.

"As you wish... 'Dark Priestess'" Bast said, with a rather unsettling laugh and a smirk on his face.
"Pray to your broken gods and fallen idols, lest your life be consumed by them." He said, walking away as the rhythmed sound of his cane hitting the ground as he walked marked his departure.

Talking with those religious types always left him in a rather sour mood. He never had the patience to argue with them. Those who chose to be ignorant, who willingly blinded themselves, turning their eyes away from the truth, preferring to live under an illusion, a convenient lie to appease their egos...

The task was simple, and thus, incredibly boring. There was nothing to do other than mark the houses with the chalk. The city was really empty... Most of the houses Bast went so far were abandoned, until he encountered a young boy standing in the middle of a large room, which once should have been a living room.

"[color=c4df9b]What brings you here? Oh, I know! You're here because you think this house is abandoned! Don't worry, it is abandoned.[/color]" The boy said cheerfully, while sharpening a sword.

"[color=c4df9b]Once I'm done with this sword, I'm off to Varjo to kill that armored man who killed all my family and friends![/color]" he continued, still cheerful as ever.

"That's an interesting goal you have, boy... Vengeance..." Bast said, with an intrigued smile, proffering slowly the last word, almost like he was savoring it.
"I don't mean to judge, but your mood doesn't match your intentions... Have you ever taken a life before?" Bast asked, analyzing the boy's expression.
"Would you care to tell me a little about what happened with your family? And maybe what happened with the city and what the Dark Priests have been doing here?" Bast asked, looking at the boy.


[@PaulHaynek]