Brinvok felt the ashen earth as he knelt down and ran it through his fingers, it reminded him of the crops he was growing back home, he hoped that they would still be alive when he returned. He glanced at Charred who was staring off into the distance, she seemed to know something he did not. He stood up and asked her,
“ Will you return home?”
“Yes”, Charred replied, “ I need to make sure my shop has not been totally robbed in my absence, and I must make sure my father is alright”
“Your father, he means a lot to you doesn’t he?” Brinvok inquired, raising a soot covered eyebrow.
“Yes, shortly after I was born, my village was hit with a terrible disease, my mother got sick and my father had to raise me my entire life.” Charred responded still not looking into Brinvok’s eyes.
“Ah well, if he is half as strong as you, I am sure he will be ok”
“Thank you.” Charred said now looking into his eyes,”Now I have to go, thank you for saving my life, perhaps our paths will cross again”
With that, Charred walked away and Brinvok watched her until he could not see her anymore. Brinvok was glad he had met her, he wished it was on better conditions but he was glad he found someone who was similiar to him. Brinvok looked up at the sky and saw that it was early morning and the forest in the distance was waking up. He knew that was the direction he had to go in, Brinvok walked down to the forest and made good progress on his walk home until he needed to stop for the night. He made a shelter out of branches and leaves as well as a small fire. As Brinvok sat by the fire he saw a rustling in the undergrowth, he readied his axe, he knew that if it was a threat that he would not hesitate. Suddenly a small furry animal ran into his camp and charged into him, it was a pigmy mammoth, they are really rare and are often hunted for their meat which was sweet due to their diet of mostly berries, he wondered what it was doing here. He did not need to wait long for an answer, two hunters charged into the clearing with their bows drawn, they were clearly after this animal. Brinvok said in a cold voice,
“How can I help you gentlemen? This beast is not for hunting, go home.”
“Oh yeah? What are you going to do if we shoot it right now?” Said one of the hunters who shot an arrow near the foot of the little mammoth who let out a toot of surprise and ran behind Brinvok’s shelter.
“I’ll do this,” faster than either hunter could react, Brinvok drew his bow and shot an arrow into the leg of the hunter, “Leave. Now.”
With that both hunter’s ran away, more like one ran and one limped away. The mammoth joined Brinvok by the fire that night and accompanied him on his way home. As Brinvok finally found the city with his new friend by his side he found a familiar stack of hay by the gates entrance and he dug through it. He found the skull of the Ulurugg, it was a little dusty but it was still in one piece. He brought the skull to the huntress who gave him only 200 rables, she took 400 off for how late the skull was delivered.
Brinvok walked out of the city and down a dirt road, it was now dusk and the stars were starting to show in the sky. The moons were illuminating the sky and casted long shadows in the forest. Brinvok found his log cabin, he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his crops were still green and healthy, it must have rained while he was gone. His boar was asleep by the door, he was so happy that he was ok that he ran up to him and gave him a big hug the boar buried his face in Brinvok’s chest. Brinvok introduced his boar to their new companion and the two got along great. However Brinvok now realized how exhausted he was and he crawled into his bed and went to sleep. At last his adventure was over.