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The
hunt had gone bad for Kyl. Several animals escaped and he shot at several trees
often. He was glad when he realized it was time to go home. Instead of heading
toward the village, he walked toward the closest town and into the inn, where
he put his gun on the table and leaned back in the seat against the wall. He
had no escort or anyone to tell him otherwise, but he didn't order alcohol.
Maybe it was Gerty and Alaia's voices haunting him, but he decided to get a
large, cold mug of juice instead. He began to gulp the drink when he noticed
someone sitting in front of him. His hand reached for the gun on the table when
he noticed it was gone.
"Not
much of a hunter, are ya, sugar?"
Kyl
glanced at the woman in front of him. She was dressed in what he thought was a
fancy outfit; too fancy for the tavern he was in. She had her blonde hair tied
up in a tight bun and a red and black hat decorating her head with a small veil
covering her green eyes. Kyl looked under the table in search for his gun and
noticed the tight leather pants covering her crossed legs. He lifted his head
and saw her bright red lips form a smile.
"Like
what you see, little boy?"
"I
ain't little," Kyl mumbled and grabbed his mug, drinking quickly. It was
then that he realized that she was speaking to him in orcish, which he found
rather odd considering that she was a human.
However,
she didn't notice his alarm when she laughed at his reply. "Oh, I bet
you're not, sugar."
"How
are you...you speak...?"
"Orcish?
When you have to deal with many customers, sugar, you need to learn many
languages." The woman tugged at her gloved right hand and very slowly
pulled the glove off. She watched the boy stare and gulp and she grinned even
wider. "You're cute. What's your name?"
Kyl
blinked and looked away, "I don't need to tell you nothing." He stood
and extended his hand out to her. "Give me my gun back. It ain't
mine."
The
woman held the gun with her bare hand and ran a gloved finger across the
detail. "No, I see whose gun it is. It belongs to a very vain man, doesn't
it? Let me think: who would be so full of himself to engrave his symbol on his
own weapons. Hmm." Kyl hadn't noticed the detail on the gun and when she
was looking at it, he stood and walked around the table, looking closely at the
engraving. He saw an animal's head surrounded by decorative swirls.
"A
dog?" Kyl asked.
The
woman shook her head. "No, sugar. A wolf." She smiled at the boy and
pointed at the design on the gun, her fingernail tracing the details.
"See? Too majestic for some mangy, old dog. No, this is a fine gentleman.
Do you know him?"
With
a huff, Kyl rolled his eyes and said, "My boss."
"You
don't say? I'll tell you what: you take me to your boss and I give you his gun
back. Yes?"
Kyl
smirked and shook his head. "Yeah, right. So that he can blow my head off?
I don't think so, lady." He reached for the gun and she pulled it away.
"Dude! Seriously! Gun!" He reached over again and this time, he froze
as soon as he felt a blade's sharp point against his ribs. His surprised eyes
stared at her as she flashed a smile.
"I'm
a trained assassin, sugar. One more move and you're dead. Now, take me to the
Captain."
"You...know
him?"
The
woman smiled, her green eyes twinkling. "Oh, sugar, we go way back." She chuckled a bit and
shrugged while still threatening him. Kyl narrowed his eyes but realized what
he had to do in order to live.
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