Journal of a Bounty Huntress
Entry 1
When finally a group of men piled into the room, I felt an uneasiness between them. I could tell that they weren't going to welcome me. They stood there staring at me for a few moments, not saying a word, I stared back at them. Then one of them stepped forward. He seemed to be the leader of the group.
"Who are you and what is your business in our township?" The man asked. Trying to act as if he actually wanted to speak to me.
"I have heard that your town is in the need of enforcement services." I remained brief. The leader of the men began laughing, and in turn so did the others.
"And just how do you plan to help in that area, tell me what household do you come from and I will send for someone to come get you." He chuckled, thinking himself humerous. Without waiting for an answer he turned to leave, as did the other men. I felt that familiar spark as I began to loose my patience. The fire welled up in my hand and I hurled it toward the unopened door. This caught the men by surprise, and they quickly turned.
"Listen...I have no concern for your city or those within it. I provide a service for payment. If you are in need of my service I will be happy to do so, for a price. If not...I shall be on my way." I wasn't about to let these men treat me as inferior. I have delt with people like this before and I knew how to deal with these men.
They were still a little nervous as they spoke together for a few minutes. When they came to me they told me, today was not the day to discuss business. Today, was their sabbith. I respected this and told them that we would talk tomorrow. They offered me a room for the night, however I declined. I felt more comfortable, as I am sure did they, outside of the gates for the night. As I left the building, I could see the men rushing their families inside of their houses. They were afraid of me...I liked it that way.
It was still early so I decided to find a pub. Unfortunately, I found none. Damn religous cities. Drinking was against their ethics. I decided to settle for the restraurant closest to the gates.
I sat down at a table in the back, hoping to be unnoticed by the few people that were there. I called for service and a young man came to me. He seemed distracted as he walked over, not looking at me. I felt I needed to be on my gaurd.
"Can I get you something?" He asked, still not looking at me. This made me a little angry.
"Yes...I'm looking for a hot meal..." He still didn't look at me. The more he stared into the air, the more upset I got. I don't know why. I'm used to being ignored, but for some reason tonight it bothered me.
"Why don't you look at me! I'm a customer just like everyone else! " I stood to look him in the face. As I did so, I began to feel stupid and ashamed. His eyes were glossy and dull. He was blind. I hadn't been able to see it in the darkness of the room, but I could see it now. I sat down. I usually didn't care weither people were hurt by my actions, but for some reason, I did now.
"It's okay. I'm used to that sort of reaction. You didn't know." He smiled. "How about I bring you the special...it's on the house." I could see the kindness in his face, something else I wasn't used to. I nodded like an idiot, still ashamed of myself, and realizing that he couldn't see me do it. However, he seemed to understand and said that he would be right back.
When he brought the food, I was hungry and began to eat. He sat down across from me. I didn't say a word, I still felt bad. He sat there until I was done eating and then began to talk to me. Usually I wouldn't have anything to say, but I felt I owed it to him to humor his inquisitions.
"Where are you from, you haven't been in here before." It was sort of a statement and a question in one.
"No where I care to talk about." I answered. Even though I wanted to be nice, I still didn't want to elaborate.
"Okay...so that's a touchy subject. I'm not from here myself. I came here when I lost my sight, they were a little more accepting than my home land." I could tell that he was an open sort of person.
"How did you lose your sight?" I knew he could tell that I was a forward sort of person. But it didn't seem as though he minded. It was almost if he sensed that I was an outcast, much like himself.
"Smoke burns, from a fire. I was the lucky one though. My family died in that fire." He answered.
"I'm sorry." What had come over me. I was actually acting like I cared. Part of me felt like getting up and leaving right then, but against my best judgement I stayed.
"So what's your business here...you don't seem like the type that passes through here." He had a habbit of asking personal questions that I didn't really want to answer.
"I'm a hunter of sorts. I've come to take care of a little problem." I answered. Short and to the point.
"I see." We spoke a little more, and then I left to make a camp. For some reason I knew that I would talk to him again. Why, I don't know.