Chapter 6
He stared at the body in front of him. A man was there, drenched in blood. He wasn't moving. A man, he felt no pity for, no remorse. All he felt inside of him was hatred. But he looked around and saw two other bodies. Their faces blurred as he tried to approach closer and the entire scene began to fade away…
Sinn snapped back to reality to find himself cornered behind a tree. As arrows flew past him he tried to regain his bearings. One quick glance around the corner of the trunk told him that there were six vieras, all with bows. There was also a human girl, who looked about Marche's age with bright red hair and sharp unfailing eyes. As soon as Sinn glanced he had to duck away again as another hail of arrows came at him.
"Leave now Sinn and we won't follow. Leave Marche to us and we won't smash you to pieces and hang you up to dry!" The red haired leader called out as her group approached closer towards their fallen ally and the tree Sinn hid behind. "Be careful Ritz, remember what happened last time." One of the vieras called to her as Ritz edged nearer. "Yeah, yeah I know Shara." Ritz, he knew that name. The red head had tried to hunt him down one time, unsuccessfully of course. Sinn had given them a beating they never forgot. Indeed, they never tried to capture him again.
Sinn didn't think he could take them this time though, not after the battle he just had. Still, Ritz seemed to care for this Marche character and Sinn couldn't resist the urge to taunt her. Sinn sped out from behind the tree, rolled and grabbed Marche's unconscious body and held him in plain view, protecting his own body. All the archers had loaded their bows but Ritz called them off. The one who had given her advice, Shara, hesitated, but obeyed the command. "Well, well, well. It seems I have something you want." Sinn tightened his grip on Marche's throat and watched as she twitched. "What do you want Sinn? Is it money? Fine, we'll pay you; we'll match the palace's offer. Just let him go. Please Sinn, what did he do to you." Ritz pleaded.
Sinn shouted out in agony as an arrow from a sniper hit him in the back. Damn invisibility! Damn Ritz and her trickery! He thought as he dropped Marche and ran, losing his enemies in the smoke and flames. Sinn glanced back and managed to see Ritz smiling in joy at his stupidity. Sinn despised the fact that he had lost two paydays right then, but he had now choice. He had taken far too many wounds to continue fighting, especially against a small army of seven. Sinn retreated, heading back for the safety of his hometown, Sprohm.
Orill Blackstone awoke to find herself staring straight into the eyes of an extremely furry nu mou. "AHHH!" She screeched and rolled away, falling out of the bed and bruising herself quite nastily. "Oh yay, you're awake!" The nu mou said happily and pulled her back up onto the bed, ignoring the curses and protests of the little moogle. "My name's Nabkov and I'll be your friend for the day!"
Orill stared at the happy nu mou that was completely covered in shaggy dark brown hair. "Wait, what? What am I doing here?" "Well that's easy, you were sliding face first down a hill and you having such a good time that I imagine you passed out and scratched yourself on the head a bit." "I remember that happening a little bit differently." "Oh well, who cares, now you're here and looking as good as new! Except for that ear."
"What? What happened to my ear?" Orill shouted and felt for it, instead feeling a lob of sticky goo. "Well you see, I'm not all that much of a mage really, I know perhaps one or two spells for healing. So your ear never really healed. I just used some of my special stuff I keep in the cupboard." Nabkov smiled, "It's quite tasty really, and now if you ever want to eat your earwax, well, you can. Though I'm not sure why you would eat your earwax in the first place. It would be healthy though. For you anyway, I'm not sure if it would be healthy for me." As Nabkov started to reach for his ear Orill quickly grabbed his hand and stopped him. "Alright, look okay. I appreciate you patching me up after all that, BUT I DON'T WANT A BLOODY EAR OF JELLY YOU STUPID WANKER!" Nabkov looked at her with a hurt expression. "Please don't insult my cooking, it's really good!" "Yes but I don't want to be one of your soup dishes." Orill insisted "Are you calling me a carnivore? Do you actually think I eat people?" Nabkov looked shocked. "No I'm not calling you a carnivore, and it's a cannibal that eats his own kind anyway. A carnivore eats meat." "I eat meat" "Well then you're a carnivore." "Oh, really?" Nabkov looked rather puzzled at this new information.
"Listen, are you like, clinically insane or something?" Orill asked wearily. "No not at all, just a hermit." "Listen Nabkov… wait, do you have a last name?" "Mhmm." Nabkov slurred. "Well what is it?" "I'm not telling." "Why not?" "Because you're a stranger." "So you'll take a stranger into your house and heal them but not even talk to them." "I am talking to you!" Nabkov protested. "If my mouth is moving I'm talking." "ARGHHAAA!" Orill screamed in frustration. "Oh dear, you mustn't get stressed now, it slows the healing." Orill jumped to her feet and left as quickly as she could. Unfortunately, being as short as she was, she never really got far before Nabkov caught up to her right outside his shack. "Hey, wait. Where are you going?" "To track someone down." Orill replied "Oh, a friend of yours?" "No, a rat bastard sob." "Yay, I'll come too." "Not a chance." "Oh but I do insist. And so do my friends." Nabkov nodded towards the flans that had surrounded her.
Orill stared at him realizing that it was pointless to argue. "Fine." She sighed, Oh well, at least she'd have some company. "YES! We are going to have sssoooo much fun!" "I can just imagine" Orill muttered.