Snippet #2767049

The sound of work in village greeted the ears of Lonán as he slowly made his way to the main street of Atlum. Word of the bandits had reached his ears the day after it occurred, for he was two days south of that village. This and the storm that had occurred before had made this village his next stop amongst many he’d make in his wandering days as a sword for hire, prompting him to get his horse to pick up the pace. Two years of this lifestyle was, in a word, partially profitable. Mostly due to the fact he’d try his best to save his earnings and spend only what he needed.

His habitual gambling, however, made him have to have a separate coin purse for such occasions. His father’s own habits had taught him that much. Checking his main coin purse he saw that he had currently fifty five silver and 30 copper. He’d have to see if there was an open bounty on the bandits. There would have to be a notice somewhere on them, certainly, hopefully with the magic word of ‘Gold’ on the amount given. Pulling an apple from a saddlebag he dismounted his horse, he surveyed the crowd of wounded and homeless.

”Madness.” thought Lonán, ”Retribution needs to be given to these fiends.” He raised the apple to bite into it when a tug at the back of his tunic was felt and he turned to look upon a young boy of eight, who held up his hand in a silent way of begging for money, possibly for food or otherwise. Lonán’s face softened a small bit and looked around before partially drawing his sword and pushed the apple vertically, effectively slicing it in half and gave one half to the boy.

He then pulled out three silver and placed it in the same hand. ”Here. Keep out of trouble you hear?” he said calmly, ruffling the boy’s hair as he lead his horse on. Said horse huffed at it’s owner.

”Don’t huff at me, Hawk. I know I gave him three silver, but a storm one day and then bandits the next can scar a person, a child especially. Don’t forget that the Old Wolf would beat me if I denied help to a kid.” the horse chuffed at his master’s response, prompting a resigned sigh from Lonán.

”Criticized by a horse. Oh the sheer indignity of it all.” he sarcastically remarked. ”Lets find you a stable and put you on time out Hawk.” He began to search out for where one was, along with a notice board about the bandits in hopes of a possible reward for their capture/deserved demise. So the Saharan warrior began to move through the crowd ready to begin, at least in this town, to ply his trade as a sword for hire and any other way to earn coin in this village of tragedy.

”Heresta guide my blade, for this is but another step to bringing honor to my Clan.”