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<blockquote data-quote="Whizbang Dustyboots" data-source="post: 4225374" data-attributes="member: 11760">Hazel leaves her pack piled in the corner with Bufer's, picks up her lantern and hurries out the door in search of Mother Bridger. Nagrav hurries after Hazel, his long legs easily keeping pace.&quot;Should have sent Fibber for his aunt right away,&quot; Hazel sighs, shaking her head in disgust, wishing she'd thought of it sooner.She studies the bounty hunter out of the corner of her eye as she heads for the Bridgers.&quot;Have you caught lots of fugitives? You must be a long ways from home.&quot;Hazel nervously awaits a barrage of questions from the stranger.Bufer, I hope Garl will lend me your fancy habit of wiggling out of tough questions.&quot;Yes. Some I have caught, others I have brought back the proof of their deaths. Whatever pays more,&quot; Nargrav says. &quot;And I no longer have a home, so it is no problem for me.&quot;You tracked these fugitives and you knew them, I think. Where will they run?&quot;&quot;I suppose you noticed already, but it's kind of a small town. Everybody knows everybody.&quot; Hazel shrugs. &quot;I wouldn't of figured they could run far anyways. Step five feet into the woods, bend down to tie a bootlace and end up lost, all of them. Stayed on the road into Foxton, at least.&quot;Why'd you become a bounty hunter? Is everyone you track a criminal? What do you do if they're innocent?&quot;&quot;I do not decide guilt or innocent, I track quarry for money. That is all,&quot; the litorian rumbles. &quot;Do they know anyone in the settlements to the east? Do they perhaps have family in Stonecrown or Blackberry Ridge?&quot;&quot;None I ever heard about. Ren's family's mostly dead or missing', and you already met Kat's dad.&quot;The Bridger house is dark when Hazel reaches it; she pounds on the door with her fist.&quot;Open up, we got a patient for Mother!&quot;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Whizbang Dustyboots, post: 4225374, member: 11760"] Hazel leaves her pack piled in the corner with Bufer's, picks up her lantern and hurries out the door in search of Mother Bridger. Nagrav hurries after Hazel, his long legs easily keeping pace. "Should have sent Fibber for his aunt right away," Hazel sighs, shaking her head in disgust, wishing she'd thought of it sooner. She studies the bounty hunter out of the corner of her eye as she heads for the Bridgers. "Have you caught lots of fugitives? You must be a long ways from home." Hazel nervously awaits a barrage of questions from the stranger. [i]Bufer, I hope Garl will lend me your fancy habit of wiggling out of tough questions.[/i] "Yes. Some I have caught, others I have brought back the proof of their deaths. Whatever pays more," Nargrav says. "And I no longer have a home, so it is no problem for me. "You tracked these fugitives and you knew them, I think. Where will they run?" "I suppose you noticed already, but it's kind of a small town. Everybody knows everybody." Hazel shrugs. "I wouldn't of figured they could run far anyways. Step five feet into the woods, bend down to tie a bootlace and end up lost, all of them. Stayed on the road into Foxton, at least. "Why'd you become a bounty hunter? Is everyone you track a criminal? What do you do if they're innocent?" "I do not decide guilt or innocent, I track quarry for money. That is all," the litorian rumbles. "Do they know anyone in the settlements to the east? Do they perhaps have family in Stonecrown or Blackberry Ridge?" "None I ever heard about. Ren's family's mostly dead or missing', and you already met Kat's dad." The Bridger house is dark when Hazel reaches it; she pounds on the door with her fist. "Open up, we got a patient for Mother!" [/QUOTE]

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