Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160117031504/@comment-6006054-20160122074704

Taervik looked at the dead creature with disinterest, but that was how he looked upon all things. His bow was slung on his back once more, and he was thinking it was about time to find a new group of Outsiders to hire him. The beast slayer was off talking to the mayor, likely claiming honors and responsibility for this kill. The Outsiders would need to replenish their spent arrows, and at such times of mass expense hired hands often found themselves in search of new employers. Of course, much of his pay was in food and something bordering on hospitality, but outside of the cities that carried a far greater value than coin could ever hope to.