Snippet #795861

The fellow was having a pleasant dream. He and large black man was having a card game and betting with alcohol. He had just upped his scotch with a bottle of brandy. Suddenly, the man awoke to a sudden metallic scratch. Completely on trained impulse he threw a knife from his thigh holster and whipped the combat knife from the sheath behind him in a single movement. He held the knife in front of him in a defensive pose. He was still leaning against the tree with a knee drawn protectively up close.

As the adrenaline began to simmer down he realized that he was looking at a strange creature. She was part dragon - part elf. He never seen a dragon nor elf before and the sight of a mix between the two surprised him. He kept the knife in the defensive position. He also noticed the blade he had thrown had completely missed her but instead stuck in the ground at the near the bag. This was when he realized the girl was extremely young and seemed hungry. He also noticed the pieces of jerky in her hand.

The man's features softened and he quietly laughed to himself and withdrew his knife. "You are a lucky one, Shela." He said letting his accent slip a bit. "You could have just asked you know, I would have shared." It was true, for his Bushido compelled him to help those less fortunate. "If I had water, I'd share that... but sadly, I only carry whiskey. And that would be a lot to handle for a lesser man, much less a child." He explained. If anything, he was curious about this girl or perhaps still a bit drunk...

"My name is Yuri Saigo Honoo. Or Blaze. Whatever you prefer. Now, help yourself to the jerky in the bag, but watch out for the blades. I've long since lost my taste and we are close to the city anyway." Yuri paused for a moment to see how the child would react.

Then he added with genuine curiosity. "So what's your story?"