[center][h1]Peshawar[/h1][h3]Guardstations[/h3]
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[@Queentze][@Sho Minazuki]
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[color=028482]"The Swords of Valor. Three across the board. Spells trouble."[/color] Peshawar thought to himself as he noticed the odd collection of bounties. The only time this happens is when a bandit group is being hunted. Peshawar was familiar with the systems of bounty since he has done so much back at Escain. But back at the mountainside the bounties were preferred dead than alive. I guess this would be a new challenge for him to drag his query back from he has struck him. No matter, a hunter doesn't always terminate his prey; he just tracks and executes.

"[i]Say, where does a man like you hail from?[/i]" asked the guard.
"[color=028482]"From Escain. Not from the cities, though.[/color]" replied the hunter with his face still looking at the board.
"[i]I can tell you're not the city type. What brings you all the way out here?[/i]" the guard more curious than ever to inquire from this man who came from a great distance. He can tell that this man has hunted many throughout his years.
"[color=028482][i]Instinct[/i][/color]" Peshawar was vague in his answer. The real answer is barred of from curious minds deep inside his head. It was not mere instinct but [i]fate[/i].

This rebel group piqued his interest. Maybe it was the calling that visited him in his sleep that fateful day. 
[color=028482]I'll take the [i]Dirge[/i]. Know where I can find him?[/color]"
Before the guard could reply, Peshawar eye's were interrupted but a glare of light. The light was piercing through his vision, glimmering intensely. When the light retreated from his eyes, he saw a hilt from a sword. It was a beautiful hilt whose steal was fashioned so skilfully. The sword, a [i]katana[/i]. Though he has never never seen it in person, he has only seen it in those books he read when he was in the military. A Karonese trademark.

Peshawar observed this swordsman. As he looked at the same board he was looking at. He could tell he was a fighter from the way he carried himself. He was young as well, about his early twenties or just peeking twenty. He waited patiently for this man to pick his target if ever he is going to before he pursued his own.