Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160807152142/@comment-28955399-20160808150941

Caern rolled up his sleeves as the crowd around him thickened. "You sure you want to do this? Get hurt pretty bad." The bookie next to him exclaimed.

"Yes, I do." Caern replied. His eyes fixated upon the farmer in front of him.

The bookie smacked him on the back signalling the start of the bout. Caern looked back at him and he realised his mistake. Caern then look at the farmer he was moving about in a rather showy manner.

Caern gave a right hook. Which hit him in the jaw and sent him reeling backwords. The crowd pushed him back onto Caern's fist. The farmer plummeted onto the hard oakwood floor.

Caern looked back at the bookie, who obviously did not expect the witcher to win. He put his hand at his coin-belt and moved out towards one of the tables. Caern followed him.

"Where's my gold?" Caern asked

"Yes fine.Fine." The man took out a handful of coins and handed them to the witcher. "Don't spend them all in one place." Caern took the coins nodding his head in a farewell gesture.

Caern left the Inn. A guard had been waiting outside for him "Witcher, Come with me. The captain wants to speak with you."

"Where to?"

"The barracks. Come with me, the rest will explained there." The guard said