“Your accent is North Island, but your no Lord.” The stranger tells the behemoth in front of him. Crap.”
With her blade embeded into the boar and her wooden staff left behind the boar she was now essentially unarmed. XXNX Memories of late summer picnics with his father, mother, and sister after a hard days work come to mind as he steps through the gate. The stranger took no mind as the behemoth took a few steps closer to him as he drank his beer. “Damn beast let my axe free!” The stranger mumbled as he tried to rip his axe free from the boar carcass. “Ya’ daft son? No sooner had the words left his mouth then the whole pub seemed to take a step back giving the behemoth space to walk. “You would do best to take your beer and find somewhere else to drink son.” The bar tender says as he puts his hands on the bar top. Only to be grabbed by a rather tall and smelly bandit along with another bandit on horseback as he kept watch over his comrade.
