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Griffith let out a soft chuckle with the innocence like a child. " You must not be familiar with the Golden age. A few years back I lead a band of Mercenaries, known as the band of the Hawk. I'm still captain of the squad, but with the ceasfire treaties, Im just out here taking a load off, a vacation if you will." The wind blew through his hair as his eyes met Simon's. " I always keeo my armor and blade with me.. When your out in the feild, death can come for you at any moment as it could any other time. Its better to be be prepared, otherwise you just mere bait to those whom wish to harm you." He then looks off into the distance. "Theres another reason im here. Im looking for whom they call the Witch."

Nyla decided to swing down from the limb, landing in the grass softly. She studies the surrounding forest as her hunger grows. She gathered her books and sword before setting out to find berries or something she could eat. She would chant an incantation to herself, essing her for the hunt as she slits her wrist and lets blood drop to the ground. " A sacrifice to the god of the hunt, bless me with food this night.."