To Catch a Dresari [Canto, Terron]

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To Catch a Dresari…

Part I…

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3rd of Aroila, AoS 4010
Mutrone, Erando, Zetomar

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The streets of Mutrone were somewhat busy, with the usual bustle of the locals moving to and fro on the stone walkways and roads while merchants called to him from the sides of the road, their stands laden with this and that in an effort to squeak out a living. Vakr’s hooves thundered underneath, and Fico trotted alongside them as joyfully as ever, unaware that they were here on business. It was the first time Jericho Almados had been in Erando in a great while, and, with a little luck, he wouldn’t stay long; he didn’t care too much about Zetomar as a whole for some reason. Still, the high bounty on this Canto Suavie fellow was enough to stir his stomach. He wasn’t hurting for money, but it never hurt to have a little extra, especially with a growing family.

His informant, a sly little Ferdanie lass who had taken notice of the big Dresari man when he had wondered into town, had given him the name of the inn where his target was staying and everything. The Unbridled Mare. What was it with inn owners always naming their places of business something crazy? The Bannered Mare, the Unbridled Mare, The Bears Balls, The Sultry Wench…they were always something out in left field. Jericho laughed a little. The name of the establishment where he would be kicking ass didn’t really matter, so long as he got what he came for and was paid in the end.

Canto Suavie had allegedly killed a Dresari woman and a smattering of humans at some point in the recent past. The reward was high for his capture and return. Dead he wasn’t worth as much, but, something was better than nothing, and Jericho wasn’t particularly choosy which way he took him back.

The inn eventually came into view, the twin suns reaching the middle of their daily peek as he brought Vakr to a halt in front of the establishment. The horse stamped with in an irritated manner and crow hopped a little to the side before Jericho issued a reassuring “whoa”, and then began calling to the people who were sitting on the porch. His directives were clear. Go in and tell Canto Suavie to come out, or there would be trouble…

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Canto had been staying at the inn for sometime now which was actually very unusual for him. He would never stay in one place for so long because it would usually result in some head strong bounty hunter challenging him. But this village was different than the others, it had a familiar feeling to it, it reminded him of his life before he had to run and hide. Besides he needed a good rest after traveling so far and so long and the quiet little village with the sleepy inn was perfect for him. Nothing much happened around there anyway, so there was no harm in staying longer than usual he right? He had pondered that question many times.

After paying for another nights stay Canto sat in the back table with his duaghter while the animals rested outside. Pumpi was lying on Brutus's back while he watched for any signs of trouble which he ended up finding but not noticing. A large oversized human came into the village with a wolf and a horse who seemed to be frightened by something, maybe Brutus. Anyhow the man calmed his horse down and shouted to the men on the porch who responded with little alarm. After awhile one finally got up and told Canto about the muscle man looking for a fight. Canto stood from his seat and quickly put his pieces of armor on and sheathed his sword. His eyes were low with little excitement or realy much of anthing in them.

When he stepped outside his duaghter followed with an unmistakble smile of pure excitement. Canto survayed the battle area for any hiding aids to the warrior standing in front of him. When he was content with his findings he stepped down from the porch and looked straight into his opponents eyes, "What do want with me" ,he said in a shy hushed voice "If there is a fight you want I shall give it, I will not go peacefully you hear". Canto began to blame himself in his head and continued to wonder how the warrior had found him, then he realized with out a doubt it was the little Ferdanie woman with her soul piercing gaze. She must have been a spy or scout for the human, Canto began to become angry but he was determined to keep a lead on his rage issuses. Canto clinched his fist waited for the warrior to make a move.

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If there was one thing Jericho didn’t like, it was men who couldn’t speak up loud enough to be heard. It was acceptable for little girls, but not for grown warriors; especially those who were being accused of murder. His brow furrowed, as he looked from the large Dresari man to the little girl who had followed him out of the inn. Undoubtedly this child was with him. Jericho didn’t care much for the thought of fighting in front of her or other innocents who might get in the way, but sometimes necessity outweighed personal convictions. Perhaps this would be a good lesson the girl could remember for later in life on why it is bad to hurt people. Reservations aside, Jericho shrugged and then lowered himself from the saddle, motioning for the stable keep to take Vakr and Fico away.

”I’m afraid you’ll have to hike up your big girl drawers if you want anyone to hear you with a voice like that.”[/color] The Winterborn stated, bringing his helmet down over his eyes and producing his shield and spear. ”Of course, then again, once I put you in jail, a sweet little voice like that might help you get a boyfriend.”[/color]

Jericho sized up his opponent. The Dresari man was somewhat taller, but even so by less than half a foot. His frame was of a more slender build than Jericho’s. He probably weighed something less. Maybe even as much as a quarter or third less, but he couldn’t be sure because of the heavy armor. His opponent wasn’t well armed. He had a sword and a suit of armor, but Jericho didn’t see any other armament. Still, he heard the man had been around for a long time, and that generally meant you were doing something right.

”Last chance to throw down your weapons and armor and surrender.”[/color] Jericho said, leveling his shield up and placing his spear in the notch, ”That’s more chance than I usually give. Count your blessings, fiend-blood.”[/color]

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