Snippet #2382074

"Sir DeSeiro!" A man approached from across the way wearing polished black leather armor. It gleamed here and there with silver fastens as well, and wouldn't appear worn until closer inspection. Sir Deseiro grinned at him, holding out a forearm in welcome. The two grasped and bowed heads, the newcomer settling in to watch the crowd.

"How goes the wife, Berentes?" DeSeiro's smile didn't break, running rivers of wrinkles around his face. The one named Berentes sighed lovingly, feigning towards the ground as if he were carrying something large on his back, which earned a laugh from DeSeiro.

"Well and good. She's coming along marvelously, and has begun to muse on names," Berentes looked out over the docks, watching as two sailors maneuvered a fishing rig. "So, ah...How goes the Hunt?"

The Hunter Society

A Society comprising of the esteemed strategists, respected battlers, and elite victors in training of the great Gargantua Hunts. Based out of Freeport.

"You know I can't tell you that," Sir Deseiro playfully warned, "Turn on the television and speculate yourself." Berentes snorted. He had been speculating, all week in fact. He and Eria had bets already as to which champion would make the top tiers, but neither had chosen a prospect. Every year a couple young competitors were selected from the Hunt, by hand by the top men and women of The Hunter Society, to be trained by The Hunter Society and accepted in as a Brother of the Hunt. It was one of the greatest honors awarded to any competitor of the hunt, especially citizens of Vintu.

"It was worth a spark," Berentes jested back, moving on from the subject quickly. "Did you get to see the core?"

Sir Deseiro continued to gaze into the crowd. He kind of felt like he was being...watched? Probably just the feeling of being around so many people after so many days in a ship cabin. Shaking his head he looked to Berentes with a mischievous sort of smile one procured before heading to battle.

"Not yet."