The hunter slowly watched Griffth as he ate the meal Grill had prepared. It was nothing special, but the boy seemed happy with it, and that was the reaction Grill had hoped for.
"So, what were you doing all alone in such a dangerous place. Little wolf could have eaten you for dinner, you should be more careful. Traps are for hunting, not for you." Grill teased, his expression happier than it had been before.
"I know... But, I just was so tired that I hadn't looked. I was just walking, sir." Griffth said, his blue eyes watching Grill's every movement as the two ate.
Grill took a swig of his drink, then glared at the boy. "Where were your parents they should be watching you!" Grill said angrily, thinking about how his parent's had abandoned him.
"There dead." Griffith whispered, as he stopped eating and looked over to the window. The woods were quiet, and small pellets of rain drops were falling outside.
"Eh, dead? Mine just vanished. All because of that..." He whispered, looking at the belith with dread.
"What's so special about that trinket of yours? Who gave it to you?"
"An old woman. She said I'd be a king from it."
Grill laughed heartily at the boy, and said, "You, such a scrawny little thing. A king! I think not!"
"I'll-I'm to be king!"
"Of the dead." Grill murmured, and Griffith's blood ran cold.
"Of what?" He asked, his voice once again timid.
Grill shook his head, not believing he had said that to a little kid. "Forget it, I've made you a bed. So go to sleep."
"So, what were you doing all alone in such a dangerous place. Little wolf could have eaten you for dinner, you should be more careful. Traps are for hunting, not for you." Grill teased, his expression happier than it had been before.
"I know... But, I just was so tired that I hadn't looked. I was just walking, sir." Griffth said, his blue eyes watching Grill's every movement as the two ate.
Grill took a swig of his drink, then glared at the boy. "Where were your parents they should be watching you!" Grill said angrily, thinking about how his parent's had abandoned him.
"There dead." Griffith whispered, as he stopped eating and looked over to the window. The woods were quiet, and small pellets of rain drops were falling outside.
"Eh, dead? Mine just vanished. All because of that..." He whispered, looking at the belith with dread.
"What's so special about that trinket of yours? Who gave it to you?"
"An old woman. She said I'd be a king from it."
Grill laughed heartily at the boy, and said, "You, such a scrawny little thing. A king! I think not!"
"I'll-I'm to be king!"
"Of the dead." Grill murmured, and Griffith's blood ran cold.
"Of what?" He asked, his voice once again timid.
Grill shook his head, not believing he had said that to a little kid. "Forget it, I've made you a bed. So go to sleep."