It was thanks to his experience playing the earth sport of soccer that Fer had managed to see the way that Auriel treated the young kids. He recalled that she worked at the church but was not aware that the church also ran an orphanage. Regardless, he smiled at the soft side of the holy warrior. He by no means doubted that she was an avid and deadly warrior when the time came but the true measure of a warrior was how they behaved when the blade was not drawn. He knew many a scout who were nothing more than death incarnate but were not able to turn it off. This lead to many situations that cause the rebellion to loose favor with the local farmers and villages.  The only thing that kept him sane was his one tracked mission in finding his family. He knew that the young kids now drawn to the holy warrior as bees to honey were her anchor.
 
He turned his attention back to Cole as the Sword explained the answer to his question.  He tried to imagine what was said. He knew about television due to certain locations having some black and white ones.  Color televisions were very hard to come by in the mountains.  Add that to the remote locations and he knew for a fact he had never experience what Cole was saying. It seemed very interesting to him. He filed it away in the back of his mind. If he ever returned to his world and his time then he would want to find out more.
 
The group walked together through the streets. Fer felt strange being the center of attention as people started to gather around them. He could travel faster alone as he had purchased a cloak with hood that hid him most of the time. However, when in the company of Auriel and her very obvious wings, it was easier for the populace to notice them. He smiled awkwardly and shook his head as people offered him stuff. He swallowed a bit hard as some of the good looking girls pressed in too much to him.  He felt like a school boy despite his age. For so long he had dealt with only death and dirt that he forgot the simple pleasures in life that is a boy being captivated by a girl.
 
Cole seemed to be taking this celebrity status with better calm and composure. The young shield nodded as his companion mentioned the other two. He had almost forgotten that there were two other heroes. He wondered why the other believed that working alone was the better policy but he shrugged that train of thought. He hoped they would be ok, their strength would definitely be needed in the future.
 
Doors parted and the trio stood in what looked like organized chaos.  He noticed armed people of various styles and looks. Some had the firm hard looks of experienced fighters who had seen more than their share of blood and who had ended many a life. Other had bright and hopeful looks who could be none other than new adventurers that still have the mentality of glory and treasure. The varying races also surprised Fer.  The majority of the people were human but he also saw some of the beast men who looked like nothing more than animals with human features and the second kind who seemed to just sport ears or tails.  His eyes fell on a fellow who sported wings on his back. He did not mean to stare but the man was a contrast to the soft white angel wings of Auriel. This person’s wings were leathery and black with a slight sheen as the lights of lanterns fell on them.
 
He was brought out of his musings by the reading of the list of evils that the bandit leader was wanted for. Fer almost whistled as the list was read and he looked at the picture that was presented. Of course the picture was nothing more than a glorified drawing and he wondered how much the artist had embellished. This was better than an actual photograph however because this rendering probably reflected the true nature of Rayla that a non-sentient photo might capture.
 
The young shield hero almost lost his composure as man behind the desk disclosed that they even knew the next time the person would attack. He wondered if the leader was so confident that they could leak their targets. This could either be a distraction or perhaps a challenge to see if anybody brave enough to stop them. The information however was to the party’s benefit. If the bandits are distracted doing their plundering, it might be easier to kill Rayla.
 
He turned to Cole.  “A woman with so many bounties is probably a big target. In my world, bounty hunters would often fight with each other to collect it. If we could have them work together it would be better but I know that may take a lot of persuading. If we want to do this on our own, we should be aware that somebody might try to block us for the same reason.”  He shrugged.  “Either way from what I hear, her life has to end to complete our mission. I guess it does not matter if we do it or somebody else does it. But I think it is right to assume that the king wants us to somehow be involved for notoriety sake.”