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"He's running..."
The ranger looked up from the light tracks left by halfling feet on the soft ground and with his teeth clenched set off on his trail. It was not the money that called this hunt, that fueled the ranger's anger but the halfling's smugness, his lies, his greed and his selfishness. That smug expression on his face and the very way he spoke. Like so many others he had seen, here in Sundren and during his travels. Those who care for nothing but themselves, who give no heed to others, no kindness beyond what serves them.
He would suffer no more of it, this was the final straw, he would seek the halfling out. There would be a reckoning, there would be justice.
And so he hunted, for hours on the halflings trail, from Sundren to Mirakus Post and back before finaly loosing him in the stinking sewers beneath the city streets. And it was with a fire burning in his chest, his eyes hard and filled with a deep wrath that he stepped out of that dank, foul place. A muttered oath on his lips.
He would not stand for this, he would not stop. There would be a reckoning.
The ranger looked up from the light tracks left by halfling feet on the soft ground and with his teeth clenched set off on his trail. It was not the money that called this hunt, that fueled the ranger's anger but the halfling's smugness, his lies, his greed and his selfishness. That smug expression on his face and the very way he spoke. Like so many others he had seen, here in Sundren and during his travels. Those who care for nothing but themselves, who give no heed to others, no kindness beyond what serves them.
He would suffer no more of it, this was the final straw, he would seek the halfling out. There would be a reckoning, there would be justice.
And so he hunted, for hours on the halflings trail, from Sundren to Mirakus Post and back before finaly loosing him in the stinking sewers beneath the city streets. And it was with a fire burning in his chest, his eyes hard and filled with a deep wrath that he stepped out of that dank, foul place. A muttered oath on his lips.
He would not stand for this, he would not stop. There would be a reckoning.