[b]Gavinyarel: The Roxey Cemetery, The Roxey Village -- Midyear 2, 4E201[/b]


Gavinyarel instinctively drew his blade and wheeled around at the sound of disturbed wood behind him.  He beheld a tall Dunmer half about to pick up a piece of wood that seemed to have some metal bits attached to it.  [i]Ah, the girl's crossbow![/i]

No sooner had that thought flashed through his mind and his mouth prepared a greeting for the unexpected Dunmer did a ruckus tear through the edge of the woods and out in front of the whole group.  Gavinyarel, the innkeeper, and the lass all shrank back a couple of steps in surprise, which must have amused the strange man, judging by the laugh he produced.  They all witnessed him start ritualistically dressing and harvesting the animal, which made it difficult for the innkeeper to keep from retching his guts.  Even Gavinyarel, with all he'd seen and even done over the decades of romping about in the wilds, felt his stomach slightly churn at the sight.

"Okay..." the innkeeper began, suddenly having found a sliver of his wits, "look, I ain't got no time for dealing with crap like this, alright?  I got an inn to run."  He produced a large coinpurse containing the bounty payment and haphazardly divided it into two smaller pouches.  He then threw one of the pouches at the Altmer's feet and the other at the Breton girl's feet.  "There, now get your things and be on your way!  And take...him with you..."  His gaze shifted to the strange hunter with the last sentence.  He then retreated back to the inn, doubtlessly, Gavinyarel guessed, to hide from the hunter until he'd distanced himself from the village.

Gavinyarel scooped up the pouch and played with it for a couple of seconds.  A little light for fifty drakes, he thought, but he forgave the innkeeper's lack of accuracy given the circumstances.  He eyed the hunter curiously, for he'd seen such displays before.  Not anywhere close to this side of the Jeralls, though.

"Hail, hunter.  I must thank you for expediting our little discussion here.  Where might you be from?"  He hoped that friendly words would beget a friendly response.  The back of his mind had a guess as to the man's identity, but they weren't exactly near the Reach.