"I know what you're talking about. I also know that it was the council's idea to post that bounty." Horace took another gulp of his drink and ordered another saying, "That got impatient at the progress I was making. Damn thing is a slippery bastard though."
Horace took another swig of his drink before setting it down with a satisfied breath before saying, "Alright. I'm not some back water fool to reject help when it shows up. We'll work together and hunt down the creature come dawn. It'll be hungry by then and we'll have a good chance of picking up it's tracks at that time. Sound like a plan?"
Sounds good. You're probably more experienced than me at this sort of thing.
He turns and calls to the barkeeper. Do you provide beds as well as food?
He turns back to Horace. Where are we meeting at dawn?
Horace nodded ordering one last drink. With a loud belch he said, "If we have nothing further to discuss then I will retire for the night and see you in the morning."
I think we're good.
Faust continues to sit at his table, observing the patrons of the bar and listening to local rumours, ordering another goblet of wine.
Once it starts to grow dark, he decides to book a room for the night and tuck in early, figuring he should get a good night's sleep before the hunt tomorrow.
The bed was pleasantly comfortable to Faust's surprise. So much so that he was sleeping soundly, until he woke up to the distant screams of a man. At first he couldn't tell if he had dreamt the scream, but he soon found the answer as another one come. This last one had been further away than the one from before...
It takes a while for Faust to brush away the haze of sleep. He recalls a scream from a dream, but then realises the scream is real as he hears another. He gets up and grabs his satchel and Cross, rushing outside to try and determine what was happening.
As Faust rushes outside, he takes a moment to try and find his bearing. Fighting off the last remnants of grogginess, Faust determines that west was probably the direction he heard the last scream come from.
West...Go west...
Faust follows the direction of the scream, grogginess causing him to lose his way a couple of times but eventually he manages to find the right path. What's going on!?!
The screams had died out as Faust pushed himself through the town until he had passed all of the buildings. He was at the treeline now, looking at a shadow filled woods. Scanning the treeline for a lead, Faust heard a faint and weak gasping off to his right...
Faust snaps his head around in the direction of the gasp, running towards it. He has an aching suspicion in his gut that he knows what the problem is but he hopes that he's wrong...
Faust quickly finds the source of the gasping coming upon a young man in his twenties. His face was covered in dirt and blood, hair a black mess. He looked like he was on Death's doorstep slumped over, hands cradling his gut. Blood was flowing out into a small puddle around him, slowed by his hands holding his torn guts in place...
The man's eyes were filled with fear, darting from shadow to shadow. Still keeping his hands in place holding his guts he gasped slowly saying in weak tones, "...beast...from...noooo...."
His voice was trailing off as his eyelids began to close slowly. The man looked on the verge of letting go...
Faust curses. His fears were right. The beast did this to him.
Seeing the man slink into death, Faust roughly shakes his shoulder, careful not to injure him. Don't die on me here.
He stands up, guarding over the man, looking for any signs of the beast while calling out for help, hoping that someone will come who can treat the young man.
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Yes.
He turns and calls to the barkeeper.
Do you provide beds as well as food?
He turns back to Horace.
Where are we meeting at dawn?
This is probably the best place. I don't know my way around this town yet.
Faust continues to sit at his table, observing the patrons of the bar and listening to local rumours, ordering another goblet of wine.
Once it starts to grow dark, he decides to book a room for the night and tuck in early, figuring he should get a good night's sleep before the hunt tomorrow.
Faust follows the direction of the scream, grogginess causing him to lose his way a couple of times but eventually he manages to find the right path.
What's going on!?!
Are you alright?
What kind of question is that? He's bleeding his guts out, of course he's not alright!
He wants to try and help the man but he doesn't know what to do. A white mage is more suited to this kind of thing.
Hang in there. Help is coming.
I hope.
What did this to you?
His voice was trailing off as his eyelids began to close slowly. The man looked on the verge of letting go...
Seeing the man slink into death, Faust roughly shakes his shoulder, careful not to injure him.
Don't die on me here.
He stands up, guarding over the man, looking for any signs of the beast while calling out for help, hoping that someone will come who can treat the young man.