Three
days of good stories into our travel, the wagon was ambushed by highwaymen on
the way. A quick glance around showed there were only two, but armed with
crossbows, they still posed a threat at their chosen range. I signaled rip and
snort to hunt the robbers, these were the first humans we'd ever hunted but the
principle was the same as a boar. Keep it calm and distracted until everyone is
ready to strike. Our wagoner was doing a brilliant job with the distracting
part, stumbling over his words as he pleaded for his life. 'What a coward, not
even a half-hearted attempt to guard your passenger.' Is what Grynn was
thinking as he subtly knocked his arrow and readied a second. The coward had
wasted just enough time for my pack to surround our prey. Rip and snort jumped
out simultaneously, grabbed both attackers by the legs, and took them to the
ground.
As
the pigs fell Grynn stood, drew and released his first arrow. Before it struck
its mark, he had the next arrow ready and flying to its target. Just like his
father showed him to hunt pheasants. Both arrows ruptured many vital organs as
they entered the soft spot of the shoulder and passed down towards the men's
hips. At age thirteen, those were the first men (be it a dwarf and a half-elf)
Grynn had slain. As he collected their coin-purses He felt it strange to not be
troubled by what most would call murder. He was defending his pack. They
dragged the corpses into the woods so the buzzards could do their work in
peace.
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