[@Lucius Cypher]
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Ethan abruptly sat on the dirt road in silence, sans the sounds of his heavy breathing. He dared not move an inch from his position, out of shock as well as the exhaustion he suddenly felt. Sweat poured down his face in streams instead of droplets, his throat had the rusty taste of blood, and his eyes were glazed. He clutched his left ear, hurt from the sudden screech of the now dead blood hawk, and checked if his eardrum had ruptured from the sudden assault of noise. [color=tan]"N-no blood...all good. Yimir's Fething Axe...that was too close. An inch more to the left and I'd be done in."[/color] As if to reassure himself he stops clutching his ear and checks his face and neck for any injuries. For what he knew, the adrenaline rush would have dulled his sense of pain and exhaustion. He lets out a relieved sigh as there were no traces of any injury before shaking his head side to side. [color=tan]"How in the nine hells did a simple pick up become a fight for my life...Maker above."[/color]

Ethan had regained most of his composure when the red archer had approached his position. [color=9e0b0f]"Hey you alright? Bloodhawks, nasty little things. Not unusual for them to go after lone travelers, especially around this time. But you don't look like one of the villagers. In fact, you don't even look like you're from the town. Newcomer?"[/color] She asked, piercing the still bodies of the hawks. Probably to make sure the little bastards were really dead, he assumed. She was already tying the birds to her spear when Ethan snapped out of his stupor. Looks up to see his savior, a lady archer dressed in red. Ethan stands from his sitting position on the dirt road and does his best to wipe away the grime and sweat from his face. Feeling exhausted was no excuse to be rude to someone, what more his savior. He stands upright as best as he can and tips the slightly sweaty hat atop his crown to greet her. [color=tan]"Thank you miss archer for the rescue, I owe you my life. I'm unharmed, if not just tired from running...and you are correct. I just arrived to Frontier Town a number of hours ago. You are quite perceptive miss archer, furthermore very skilled with a bow."[/color] He compliments the young archer in red, noting that striking such small and fast targets like the blood hawks is quite the feat. [color=tan]"Ah...where are my manners. I am Ethan Bradford, formerly a wanderer and currently a courier for the local inn. Pleasure to meet you."[/color]

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Traveler's Clothes x 1
Fancy Hat x 1
Pouch containing 5 gp x 1
Metal Flute x 1
Jeweled Ring (worth 10 gp) x 1
Walking Stick (Quarterstaff) x 1
Poorly wrought maps of homeland x 1
Corrected map x 1
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