Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-3293219-20140110205104

Sinir took it reluctantly, he never felt poor, just greedy.

No poor people around anyway... He thought, taking a bite out of it.

"Erm... he's not going to be a chicken forever is he?"

Chapel
Manja smiled at her dedication, before looking at his missing fingers and sighing.

"I remember when he was shot... We were out hunting, we were shit at it, only tried it twice...

Anyway, one minute I was talking to him, next... He was lay on his back with a crossbow bolt sticking out of him, unconscious as usual...

Some kids came running over, one of them holding a crossbow, 'just some rich punks who were hunting for sport... they didn't mean any harm but they realised that they would be in deep shit, so they just ran off into the woods, leaving me with him."

She sighed and looked back up at her, "I spent hours, just... going mad with it all, I felt guilty, cheated and I barely kept it together by thinking of ways to find them and make them pay. After what felt like years, the healer came out and told us that we'd wasted his time..." She laughed, briefly "turns out that the crossbow was just a kiddies training bow and that the bolts were 'safety bolts.' Could have just pulled the damn thing out and waited for the stupid sod to wake up."

He woke up and hobled out, holding the bolt in his hand... I was scared that he'd hate me for bringing him into the woods, he even said that we should give up hunting, we never caught anything but... I insisted, so he went along with it." She looked somewhat more pained as she spoke, touching his forearm and avoiding his hand.

"He came out and asked me if the bolt was mine..." She laughed as tears rolled down her face.