“..and I want the full reward.” The young man dropped a large sack that was soaked and dripping with blood.
“Of course, of course! I don’t take back my own words, sir,” croaked the older fellow. He pulled out a small pouch filled with schillings. “I’ve counted, and this should hopefully please you.”
The young man pulled off his gauntlets and accepted the man’s offering. Opening the pouch, he moved his fingers around the coins to get a feel of how many there were. “Seems good to me,” he said. He readied himself and put on his gauntlets and adjusted the sword to his side, placed in the scabbard. “Well, I’m off alderman. If there any signs of activity or word spreads, please do try and put notices or a messenger out to me.”
The alderman nodded, …show more content…
A head for coin. The young knight wasn’t in his late 20s, but has lived as long as 20 winters, from his knowledge. He was a striking tall man, in his opinion, with brown eyes and gently short black hair over a bony, warm face. He wasn’t fond of having longer hair, as most young knights like himself had, and thought of those knights as cocky and full of themselves. However, he was just as full of himself as them. William had other traits, such as bravery and honor. When he made a deal or contract with someone, he likes to keep his word. And he always …show more content…
This kingdom was inhabited by a hard working society that lived within a large castle town with surrounding villages. The large castle town was called Farhall, and was centered between the vast wheat-filled plains and mountains. The ruler of the kingdom was some coward, but William did not care for the politics of the realm. He only cared for the giants and the coin.
William wasn’t like other knights. He didn’t rescue damsels from towers, fight off dragons or battle for his liege. Instead, he was a hunter. A giant hunter. He went around the countryside tasked with one thing: to kill giants. There weren’t many giants, but there weren’t few either. William had slayed plenty of giants in his young age, and was certain that number was 9. Other giant hunters like himself barely killed 3 before their demise. He heard their deaths were tragic, some were stomped on, others pulled apart and the rest eaten whole while still
“Of course, of course! I don’t take back my own words, sir,” croaked the older fellow. He pulled out a small pouch filled with schillings. “I’ve counted, and this should hopefully please you.”
The young man pulled off his gauntlets and accepted the man’s offering. Opening the pouch, he moved his fingers around the coins to get a feel of how many there were. “Seems good to me,” he said. He readied himself and put on his gauntlets and adjusted the sword to his side, placed in the scabbard. “Well, I’m off alderman. If there any signs of activity or word spreads, please do try and put notices or a messenger out to me.”
The alderman nodded, …show more content…
A head for coin. The young knight wasn’t in his late 20s, but has lived as long as 20 winters, from his knowledge. He was a striking tall man, in his opinion, with brown eyes and gently short black hair over a bony, warm face. He wasn’t fond of having longer hair, as most young knights like himself had, and thought of those knights as cocky and full of themselves. However, he was just as full of himself as them. William had other traits, such as bravery and honor. When he made a deal or contract with someone, he likes to keep his word. And he always …show more content…
This kingdom was inhabited by a hard working society that lived within a large castle town with surrounding villages. The large castle town was called Farhall, and was centered between the vast wheat-filled plains and mountains. The ruler of the kingdom was some coward, but William did not care for the politics of the realm. He only cared for the giants and the coin.
William wasn’t like other knights. He didn’t rescue damsels from towers, fight off dragons or battle for his liege. Instead, he was a hunter. A giant hunter. He went around the countryside tasked with one thing: to kill giants. There weren’t many giants, but there weren’t few either. William had slayed plenty of giants in his young age, and was certain that number was 9. Other giant hunters like himself barely killed 3 before their demise. He heard their deaths were tragic, some were stomped on, others pulled apart and the rest eaten whole while still