Thread: The Hunt (Retro/Konrad)

Eowyn felt cold as she made the trek into town. The weather was pleasant enough. Golden beams of sun covered the earth and made the grass and trees shine emerald with their radiance. Birds sang merry tunes. The sky was a brilliant shade of cloudless periwinkle. As she reached the city proper, there was an increase in people. They were just as happy as the birds, chittering to everyone as if nothing terrible could happen. That their glad lives would go on being just as happy. How she envied them. They had no clue the pain people could feel and, while she was never prone to boughts of melancholy, she was suffering from a dark depression. Who wouldn't be after finding their parent's bodies out on the sprawling veranda of their manor. They had been a wealthy but well liked family. Her father and mother were both talented mages that provided the citizens of the city with many services. If anyone had a problem, it was normally her parents that they came to for advice. No one in Lockport hated them. Eyes turned in her direction as she passed and the chat turned to murky whispers the whole city knew. It was none of their business but they likely knew about it the very hour it happened. News traveled fast, after all, and servant's mouths ran. They likely thought that she would still be mourning at her house and preparing her parent's bodies for a funeral. That is what any proper daughter would do. A caring, considerate child would not go out in deep blue leathers and certainly not only a day after it happened. But Eowyn was not going to waist time. The longer she waited, the colder the trail became and the less likely she would find the thieves that murdered her parents over a lump of gold plated lead. She ignored the words of many, shaking her head at them if any tried to approach her and moving along before they could say anything against it. Whatever it was likely was something she had heard before. Empty offers of help or condolence and a story that was supposed to make her feel better but, really, drew attention to the storyteller. When she entered the tavern, she lowered her hood and let her silvery blonde waves tumble out of it. Rosebud lips were set in a hard line and hazel doe-shaped eyes scanned the place. She had heard that this particular establishment was full of roughneck swords for hire. Men that knew the ways of tracking and, more importantly, the ways of killing. It did not matter the price. She walked over to the man that sat behind the counter and leaned in closely to speak with him. Have you put out that request I sent last night? she asked promptly. I am hoping it found you well and before you retired. I know how clumsy some of my servants can be. I did, in fact, post it up, he replied. Sympathetic, pity filled eyes landed on her and hate boiled up in her. He continued you. But revenge t'aint gonna bring your parents back. Eowyn scowled. Just tell me who has answered it. Only one person. I forgot his name though. At this news she visibly blanched. One? Just one person? Certainly there were more than that who wanted to earn all of the gold their greedy heart's desired! Even if a brutal man was not interested in money there was still the thrill of the hunt and kill. Just one? she asked, panic tinged her voice. There has to be more! There isn't. Jus' him. A groan escaped her lips and she sunk into a barstool. By the love of the gods known and unknown! She wanted a choice so she did not chose too hastily. Three at least but one? A single man made her feel as if her quest for vengeance never would be quelled. Give me a pint of whatever the hell is the house special, she replied. I think I am going to need it. Now all she needed to do was wait.