Solo Persuading Pelthe

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While Sylira is by far the most civilized region of Mizahar, countless surprises and encounters await the traveler in its rural wilderness. Called the Wildlands, Syliran's wilderness is comprised of gradual rolling hills in the south that become deep wilderness in the north. Ruins abound throughout the wildlands, and only the well-marked roads are safe.

Persuading Pelthe

Postby Bulan on July 9th, 2021, 12:29 am


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H-u-n-t-e-r-! I will hunt, kill rabbit, bring many rabbits to you, yes?”

Bulan’s hands flurried with frustration and earnest to match her furrowed brow, as she tried to communicate with the Old Man, who was sitting on a well-made stool, scraping-knife in one hand, paused in his work at removing the rough hairs on the boar’s hide that was taut over a large wooden frame before him. Pelthe scowled with just as much frustration etched across his strong brows. He shrugged his shoulders and the kelvic’s gaze darted for a moment to the blood stained against his white tunic and the salty tang tinged the rich leathery smell of the apron the tanner wore and filled her nostrils.

“You’re a hunter then?” The man looked her up and down with a discerning frown. He lifted his knife-wielding hand to rub his chin against his inner-elbow where an itch had tickled amid a grey-white, well-trimmed beard. Bulan couldn’t help but admit the Old Man was handsome; in that rugged-yet-clean-cut way, Old Men could be when they looked after themselves. “Alright, yes. If you make a catch, bring it ‘ere and I’ll give you coin for ’t.” His tone lilted with approval. The Girl was young, but Pelthe knew all about not underestimating people. He had once been the Underestimated, and look where he was now—hunter, tanner, tailor, and respectable businessman.

A smile licked in under Bulan’s freckles and triumph leapt brightly into her eyes. “Now let’s just see how you do, eh. Then we’ll talk business and long-term plans.”
Bulan didn’t understand all of what The Old Man said, but she nodded eagerly anyway, reading the caution in the lay of his shoulders. He wanted to take the measure of her skills, that was fair. The kelvic made some signs grateful and grinned, “No apologies. I will hunt and, return to here. OK.” Just like that she had turned tail and was already chasing her excitement into the trees and down the path that led to Mathew’s Bay.

“Be careful!” The Old Man called after her gruffly, shaking his head. Kids these days, no sense of danger like he had growing up. Then again, he had grown up in the bandit-life. He fathomed this girl was Drykas, with her tattoos, her tough dialect and flowing hand sign. He had had a brush with them a few times before on hunts that had taken his party onto the fringes of The Sea Of Grass—in his younger days of course. The Old Man shuffled himself on the stool, feeling a numbness creeping into his buttocks, and shook away the nostalgia to resume his work.

A faint smile tugged at the corners of his thin lips under his ‘tache. It might be nice to have a young’un about, keep him on his toes. Gods knew she needed help to learn more Common, and she had told him she was a wolf kalvic. Not bad. Perhaps she'd be good enough to apprentice. Well, there was time yet to see.
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