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[Nastalia]

Nastalia nodded. "It's alright." She eyed his hand and hesitantly shook it. "Nastalia. Nice to meet you." She said, looking at windlass. "Sorry for calling her a he." She said laughinf.

Then she sighed. "Hunting? That deer that just ran by? You don't seem to be doing a very good job."

[Rothyr Windbourne]

"A pleasure," He said, "And no worry, she'll get over it."

He starts to climb back into his saddle, and gets himself comfortable on his seat, deciding to let the jab at his hunting skills slide with a smirk. "So what brings a young woman like you out into the wilds, disrupting hunts, toppling riders and the like?"

[Nastalia]

Nastalia smirked. "Same as you. Hunting. But being much more succesful, as i may add." She said pointing towards the tree. A deer was dead, laying on the ground. She then laughed. "On foot."

"Maybe the deer heard you coming on windlass. You know, you cant catch a deer on something. You have to walk, not make a sound. Thats why it ran." She said smiling. "I should know. My father hunts all the time."
She looked at the deer.

"But this time he is ill, so he sent me out." She shuffled her feet. The knife poking out of the top of her boot.

[Rothyr Windbourne]

Rothyr scoffs at the continued notions he is no skilled hunter, glancing at the tattoos on his shoulder depicting the elk and deer. He laughs a bit.

"I have taken plenty of game atop Windlass, my methods are a bit different than most. I come from the south, where most hunting is done from horseback. Hunting in the woodlands has taken some getting used to, I won't lie, but I've managed." He strokes the feathers of an arrow in his quiver.

"You should have seen it before I got my bow, I had to throw my ax at them, and tackle them to the ground. You'd be surprised how well it works." He pauses, before speaking again

"Sorry about your father, that's unfortunate that he is ill. I hope he gets well soon." He adds with a smile.

[Nastalia]

Nastalia nodded and looked at his tattoos. They looked amazing. She wanted a tattoo, but didnt quite like the pain It would cause. She shrugged. "Everyone has their own methods. I just throw my knife at them." She said taking it out of her boot.

"Yeah, my fathers okay. He has been ill for a while, but my mother is nursing him." She said. "I should be going. Bring the deer back home, and all. My family is waiting for me." She walked up to where the deer was.

[Rothyr Windbourne]

"I could give you a ride back, if you like," Rothyr said, "It's rather dangerous in these parts, from what I've seen."

He recalled several occasions where he had to outrun a predator after his kill, or fight them off. Rothyr even had to part with his kill more than once. One such incident came to mind immediately: He had just ridden down a good sized elk, and was just about to rejoice at his good luck and the fortune he'd make off such a creature when a claw reached from a nearby bush and whisked it away into the growth. Rothyr showed the meaning of haste that day.

[Nastalia]

Nastalia nodded gratefully. "Thank you. Wouldnt want to be chased down and slaughtered, now would i?" She said. She picked up the deer and then got on windlass.

She told him the way to get back to her home. She didnt live too far away. She couldnt go very deep in, or her mother wouldnt know where she was. So she was always reminded to stay close by.

[Rothyr Windbourne]

Rothyr patted Windlass on the neck and ruffled her mane before setting her to a lively trot forward.

"She likes to run, this one." Rothyr says to Nastalia, "Nor is she used to having a second rider, I reckon I'll be having to make it up to her later. I can already tell she's going to be upset with me, ha!"

Windlass snorts, and trots on.

[Nastalia]

Nastalia laughs and smiles. "Yet, she still runs at a fast pace." She said. "I had one before, but he got lost one day. I have no idea where he went." She said sadly. Then she looked as they came close to where she lived. A small little village with her parents, her sister, and others.

"There." She said pointing.

[Rothyr Windbourne]

"A Cyphrus strider like Windlass? Or was he another breed?" asks Rothyr, before nodding towards the village. "I see it."

He brings Windlass down the main road, bringing her to a walk rather than trot, doing his best to avoid running over any of the villagers who may be wandering about. This village was indeed a rare find. From the tales he had heard of the Valterrian, most people were indeed lucky to be alive, and smaller settlements were non-existant or struggling to survive.

"What is this place called?" Rothyr asks, looking at the small houses with curiosity.