B) Let's help the farmer
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If Skafla wishes to come with we can do this together, maybe her god accepts heads from other species?
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"A great big wolf you say? what size are we talking about?"
"He said it big as a donkey, black as night an able to carry off goat is its great fanged maw.
But that farmers for you, wolfs don't get that big really.
Does your god do them um "accept" heads from other species."
"Xavbris can not build the great skull dam without worth skulls."
"Ok but your willing to come right? You don't have some pack against harming animals?"
"Not if there such black beast as this, you know that this is not a cruel thing, it a wolf gone mad, its outside its order in Xavbris's plan."
You pack supply for trip , a canvas bag under your new brown cloak, it matches your dull burgundy jacket.
It a good days walk to the area where the wolf has been spotted.
"Skafla? are we lost or is it just me, he said left at that tree big right." you ask her.
"an past "the big rock"... wait no look there! We're on the right track." She point to a lump of meat on a rock by the path, a lump of meat stuffed with yew berrys.
"Poison, Yep whee on the path." you nod after taking a closer look.
You reach the farm stead as dusk falls,
"Skafla let me do the talking, i'll be the demanding one, you play the quiet cynic."
"Quiet cynic?" she asks
"The Bargaining starts be we open the door, its about how we open it too." you hammer on there door, banging hard on the timbers with your hard worn an scared hands.
Slowly the door opens an you fine a spear pointed at your leg.
"Is this how you treat strangers ? with a spear at there leg?" You ask pushing the door open with a hand on axe at you hip.
"b.. buut the beast you could of been the beat." he stammers, a young man his beard half grown.
"Ha what beast is that? what is that that walk on two legs in the form of a man? do wolf-men stalk your land?
No i am a man much as you, just i'm the man you sent for."
You stand by the fire the hall as your remove your jacket and shirt, ostentatiously to dry them, but really your showing him the many scars you've hard earned in the years of war.
He looks much younger in the light, his cheek are bare an his head full of hair, the body of youth.
An to him you look must look so older almost ageless, your body covered with scars from the axe, spear, arrow an sword cross your body, cutting thru your iron gray hair that runs up your back an chest.
"So tell me
Boy What beast is it that called us here?" your angry from the rude welcome.
You stroke your grey beard an wave Skafla in from the door way.
"Come lad there some great mad wolf hunting the land, the calls been sent an here we are the one to slay your beast."
You put your shirt back on as the quite a draft coming from the door.
"um yes there is a wolf an it no normal wolf it's as" he starts to explain.
"As big a bull? and black as night with eyes that burn with the fires of the inferno?" Skafla questions as she fills her role perfectly, letting her scar flash in the candle light an look much deeper an worse then it is.
"ah well its not quit that big an its not all black." he squirms little under questioning.
"The truth, lets hear there, we're not breast slayer from distant lands but out of work sell swords, blades men for hire.
An your wolf problem just a task not so heroic quest.
You don't have to sell us that the wolf is a pest lad, you don't ever really have to sell us on a reward of some hidden treasurers ether."
"but that's true..." he butt in.
"Aye there's away's something stashed away but it' not the sword from a king of old or a magic band.. it's what coin was put aside in the good years past."
"Don't worry where her to help you." Skafla smiles at him
"you can find us some where to sleep? an breakfast too. we need to plan our work in day light..."
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At dawn you eat what passes for a breakfast, a bowl pease porridge and a pint of weak beer.
After breakfast you have to start to come up with a plan to slay the beast.
Description : Grizzled old veteran, stocky and broad shouldered with a permanent frown on his tired face. Scars adorn his face and arms. Wears scuffed plain clothes, his shins and legs are protected with sun faded an tattered breeches. Tazamir had grey eyes, and a silvery mane of long hair with a bushy beard.
Gender: Man
Equipment:
Weapon: War axe
A stout war axe with spiralling inlaid silver bands, a sharp axe blade and short pyramid shaped hammer face on the rear.
Description : Pale with long black hair plated tight an braided with silver rings, her hazel eyes and that scar running down the left of her brow above her left eye, an down to a twisted lip below.
Gender: Woman
Equipment:
Weapon: Knife
Armour: brigantine, a once cream coloured brigantine that's now stained a ripped in places.
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