R&R please
Chapter 2
I woke up in a camp with one tent and a small fire with a splitting headache. Every part of my body hurt and my vision was fuzzy. I reached up to my head and felt a bandage coated in dried blood. Then the green and grey clad man came into my vision, he asked, "how are you feeling?"
I replied, " I feel worse than I must look so pretty bad."
He said, " I would like to hear you story especially why a man with an ax was chopping down the tree you were in."
"I owe you my life", I said, "however, it's a long story. Are you sure you want to hear it?"
He said, "were not going anywhere any time soon so begin."
Alright", I said, "It begins with my father dyeing at the second battle with Morgrath. My mother died giving birth to my brother Joshua at the same time and we went to the palace ward because we have no relatives living within the region. I wasn't accepted by any of the crafts masters and was sent to work as a farm hand. The man chasing me with the ax was named Paul and he liked to drink away his life at the local tavern. He rode home that night and demanded I take care of his horse who was sweaty and exhausted because he galloped all the way home. While tending to the horse I had a stew on the table for his dinner, which he spilled all over himself. Seeing the bottom of the pot was burned he went to the stables with his ax and said he would kill me for being a worthless wretch. I ran to the woods hoping to evade him but as you saw he cut down my tree and you found me. Sir, where is he now?"
A long pause ensued and then he said, "don't call me sir, Will is fine, and your friend with the ax was crushed by the tree he cut down." A long silence ensured, I felt nothing for Paul, enslaved by his love of drink and his erratic mood swings. I wondered if his wife would be happy or distraught or like me, somewhere in-between. If I couldn't decide on my feelings about Paul's death, I would evaluate the strange green and grey clad man staring awkwardly into the fire. He was short but had a muscular look to him and had a double knife scabbard at his hip as well as a strung bow within easy reach. He also looked like he knew how to use them.
To end the awkward silence I asked him, "Will, who are you?"
"Well I'm a kings ranger assigned to Redmont fief and this guys name is tug and her name is ebony, " he said stroking the horse's nose and gesturing towards the black and white border Shepard under the little horses hooves. Will then asked me, "who are you." putting a slight influence on you. I didn't catch your name in your story.
"I am Amber", I said, " Amber Finest."
"Were you one of Redmont's wards? " Will asked
"No, I belonged to McKinney fief's ward, until a month ago."
The sun sank below the horizon while Will and I talked. The only light now came from the distant pricks of stars the cold moon and the fire, which cast shadows across Wills face.
He said, "Time to turn in Amber."
I replied, 'Good night Will."