Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160626181336/@comment-25808351-20160626205759

(Meanwhile) I have made my way across the city to the port. Heading down the road to the docks, people pass by shouting about a giant beast in the center of town. "What the shit King?" I think to myself. A man riding his horse alongside me turns and strikes up a conversation.

"Aye, these are some dark days." The man is shrouded in a big brown leather cloak, a sword that has seen better days attached to his belt. My head turns slightly, my eyes meeting his. "The border war is creepin up on our little city, people being uprooted from their homes, questionable looking characters showing up in our city and now, giant beasts." The man adds.

I remain silent for a moment, the sound of waves crashing gets loader the closer we get to the port and our horses hooves on the dirt. "What you call 'dark days', I call 'work days'." I say callously. "There's always trouble in this world that needs solving, but without that trouble, I'm with out a job."

The man smiles. "Ahhh, you must be a mercenary! Tough profession that. Trading blood and soul for money. So how long have you been doing this work." The man pulls out a flask from his satchel and hands it to me.

"Long enough." I say flatly. Pulling the cigar from my mouth, I swig the flask. "I used to be a monster hunter, back before the current Demon Lord, when monsters hungered for flesh and blood. After the monsters changed, I found my skills were no longer needed." I take another swig of the flask before handing back.

"Oh, so you went from hunting monsters to hunting bounties! Wait.... you were a hunter, before the current Demon Lord came to power.... that was a thousand years ago...." The mans eyes locked on to me awaiting my response. I remain silent, staring at sea and the birds riding the ocean breeze.

Finally I say, "Yea, how bout that?" The man stops his horse and watches as I continue down the road to the docks before he heads his own way, but his pace on the horse seemed very frantic. Paying him no mind, I dismount my horse and approach the civilian's ship captain.