The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind
There was a reason Sunjata had trusted the Kraai to her. Many reasons, but the most important being that Halo was her home and she was well suited to running a bar here. Never mind that he hated the cold and never intended to stay here. No, he’d simply saw an opportunity to worm himself into Halo and taken it, and she was not complaining. After all, this had really worked out for her. Besides, she is a stellar bartender and already had a good reputation with the locals.
Weaver nods as he mentions not too many rookie hunters. ”The seasoned ones usually talk some sense into our rookies anyway, when we have them.” Usually being the key word, but she couldn’t just blanket any statement and as such, didn’t try. Things did go wrong. She nods again as he asks why she stopped hunting. ”This place. Steady work, slightly less life threatening. Not that I’ll never go hunt again, but it’s nice to have the option not to.” Still, she would never let anyone here starve, if she could help it, and if that meant heading out to hunt sometimes, then she would. You never stopped being a hunter here, not really.
She chuckles as he mentions that the cold will knock a fancy title right out of you. ”It has a way of making us all pretty even, yes.” In the end, the cold doesn’t really give a shit if you have a fancy title. It doesn’t care that you were once a duke or now a Warden. It doesn’t care if you have magic or not. It doesn’t care if you have spent your life learning to survive it. The cold will catch you all the same. ”Tell me about your old home?” She asks, curious what else he’d tell, simply curious about who he was. Not everything needed to be about his place as Warden.
Weaver nods as he mentions not too many rookie hunters. ”The seasoned ones usually talk some sense into our rookies anyway, when we have them.” Usually being the key word, but she couldn’t just blanket any statement and as such, didn’t try. Things did go wrong. She nods again as he asks why she stopped hunting. ”This place. Steady work, slightly less life threatening. Not that I’ll never go hunt again, but it’s nice to have the option not to.” Still, she would never let anyone here starve, if she could help it, and if that meant heading out to hunt sometimes, then she would. You never stopped being a hunter here, not really.
She chuckles as he mentions that the cold will knock a fancy title right out of you. ”It has a way of making us all pretty even, yes.” In the end, the cold doesn’t really give a shit if you have a fancy title. It doesn’t care that you were once a duke or now a Warden. It doesn’t care if you have magic or not. It doesn’t care if you have spent your life learning to survive it. The cold will catch you all the same. ”Tell me about your old home?” She asks, curious what else he’d tell, simply curious about who he was. Not everything needed to be about his place as Warden.
Weaver
