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Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

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The hunter silently looked at Matilda, the tension building up as every second passed. What was he thinking? It didn't quite showed on his face, any other emotion smothered by the burning rage, but eventually he broke eye contact and returned to packing. A wrapped package was put into the bag, then he went and took out a bear trap lying underneath the bed.

"I dont know." He cranked it open nearly all the way through before carefully shutting the jagged teeth, the contraption creaking alongside the motion. "Follow along quietly an' dont cause a scene, whatev's."

"Uh, Reinhold, my friend. When was the last time you slept?"

"I can rest when I'm dead."

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

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The odd noise was Yvonne uncorking a bottle of whiskey she snatched off a random crate on the way, the mercenary taking a sniff before chugging a good few mouthful. That'll help numb the pain now that the adrenaline had slowly ebbed away from her system. She wiped her mouth with her sleeve, wincing a bit as she touched the split lips before noticing that everyone's looking her direction.

"What? I ain't getting smashed, dont worry about that." The cork was returned to its place as Yvonne turned back toward the entrance, twirling her sword in the process. "I'll keep watch outside just in case. Yell if you need me, yeah?"

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

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The hunter's eyes narrowed at Matilda's claim. On one hand, the two brothers didn't usually hide anything. On the other hand, it's not like they actively pry into each other. He was suspicious still, but for now willing to give it a talk.

"Looking? Already found them. An' I'll kill them all if it's the last thing I do." He spat out slowly, every word heavily laced with malice. This man's a raging inferno at the moment, and though it burned bright it'll not burn for long at all. "Stay outta my way. I ain't trusting you."

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

[GM Post]

"Hokay. All that would be... ten and three silver and changes. Tell ye what, twelve silver and it's all yers. I'll let ya borrow the vat too if ya clean up after." Farmhand scratched his head, before this having no idea how much a starving bear could eat exactly. All these would've feed the whole farm crew for a few days. Maybe a week. "Hunter boys, eh? There's four of 'em, usually shop for ther' groceries right 'ere. Sumtimes went off hunting and ain't seeing any of 'em for days. Iunno bout weird, but Reinhold came back lookin' all angry a couple hours ago. Didn't even return mah 'ello! Usually a polite lad, he was."

The farmhand dropped the last sack that Cedar wanted, wiping a sweat off his brows.

"Anyway. Not ta be suspicious or nothin', but ah' like to see some coins first, please."

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"No ye ain't. Hilda ain't an orc." Pointed the first man. Then the second slapped him on the back of his head. "People 'ave the same names, fool. Ah' know another Hilda in the next village."

As the two devolved into an inane bout of argument, the third man narrowed his eyes as his stance change into an alert one. It was... amateurish at best, but he's clearly angling for the dagger. And when he spoke, oh. His voice was laced with barely contained hostility.

"My brother was murdered, orc. Tell another lie and I'll fight you to death here and now."

The odds certainly didn't looks like it favor him at all, but it didn't seems like it'll deter him from trying.

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Yvonne stopped as the elf caught up with her, inwardly annoyed at how everyone seems to move faster than her short legs. Still, looks like whatever magic bullshittery clouding Sparky's vision had been lifted if she can now track Gerralt down. Good enough, cant wait to break his legs for all the trouble he caused.

"Just five? If they're only men it's nowhere near enough." Any one of them can probably take the whole lot. "Lead the way, boss."

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There was a commotion in the house as Matilda draw closer, sounds like a few people arguing very loudly. The voice overlaid with each other to the point that it's difficult to make out what's being said, but insults were about alongside bits like "escape" and "dead". The apprentice blacksmith received the coin and stood there, unsure of what to do, even when the knight ignored him and entered.

Three pair of eyes turned toward the intruder. Two of them didn't look any different than ordinary peasants, simple but durable and practical clothing commonly worn by just about every lowborn. The third one wasn't dressed much differently but was absolutely filthy, eyes bloodshot like he hadn't slept for quite some time. A quiver of arrows hung on his hips and more were packed on a table next to a backpack he's in the process of filling with all manner of preserved food, the handle of a few daggers visibly sticking out on the edge.

"Who the hell are you?"

Sovereign's Will: A Fantasy Roleplaying Game. [CONCLUDED]

Hokay. Bear, mauled. Wolf, sliced into ribbons. And to top it off, the opposing portcullis blew up. Yvonne, as the only one that's on a very temporary break from all the fighting, saw everything. And their target's barely contained panic. She chuckled as she took a few tentative steps. The pain was still there, but had faded into a persistent dull throb in the background. She laughed. And laughed. Her steps turned into a stride, before breaking into a sprint. Straight for the gaping opening made by Sparky. Ooh, got to be quick, quick. While those audiences still clogging the venue's exit.

The mercenary rolled her shoulders as she went, feeling the reduced range of motion. Shush, endure a bit more. Just a bit more. Rest will come later, when these fucks were dead under her boots. Yes, all she need to do was to find a way up there. After that?

Like a rabid fox in a henhouse.

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[GM Post]

The blacksmith didn't look bothered at Matilda failing to find anything. Well, it would be weirder if she could find some dirt, as far as he knew there's nothing shady going on. He's making good living already, no need to dip fingers into muddy water. "Dont have map or anything here, I'm afraid." He noticed the glance. "But we can guide you. Oi, Timmy!" The apprentice in question immediately stood straighter. "Guide the good dame to the hunters' place, would you kindly? You know where it is, aye?"

"Yesser! Right away! Uh, this way ma'am!" The youngster walked a total of three hurried steps before stopping, almost stumbling in the process, as he turned around to check if Matilda was keeping up. His ears reddened from the sheer embarassment as the other apprentices definitely saw it all happening.

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[GM Post]

"Well ain't that a lengthy walk!" Quite a bit. Most travels were done on some sort of draft carts or wagons. "Cant say we've got special deal or nuthin', ya pay what ye eat but we've got a lot. Manifold your weight, I'd wager!"

The farmhand gestured at the stall, before pointing at the field not far away. A good portion had been harvested, but the remaining was looking very much bountiful.

"We have pork in here, if that's yer thing. Got lots of pumpkin and squash. And potatoes, never could'a go wrong with taters. All sorta beans too! For vegs, lettuce and spinach and cauliflower. Ya can pick what ya want and tally it up later, or say how much ye wanna buy an' I'll tell ya when it's reached."