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Walking down the street, he notices something... Strange, about the setting.
The air has this slight tension to it, everyone seems on edge.
Jackson walks into the bakery, he walks up to the counter.
"What can I afford with three gold coins?"
"Not much kid."
The baker puts two loafs of bread on the counter.
"That's it? There gold coins where talking about."
"Take the loafs or get out."
Jackson hands the coins to the baker and grabs the loafs.
"Tread carefully, Heathcliff..."
"How do you-"
"Your face, its distantly a face from the Heathcliff bloodline."
"Oh..."
Jackson walks out the door.
'tread carefully? What'd he mean by that? I have a feeling it wasn't a friendly comment...'
He has a strong feeling that he's being watched.
'It's just paranoia from what that guys said... Right?'
He could only hope so.
Once he arrives at the inn, he feeling grows only stronger.
Walking to his room, he feels like something is very wrong, very wrong.
He runs into the room to find it ransacked and Fiora missing.
"Fiora!"
He yells out, but with no answer.
Desperately he searches the room, he finds a note on the mantel.
It reads:
"If you ever want to see your sister again, come to the Pub & grub with 10,000 crowns. Come alone."
It is signed: Red Bandit.
Jackson starts to panic, he knows he can't get enough money in time.
'Oh no, oh no, oh no! I should've never left! I- I can't get enough money, I know it. Do I have to... Fight my way out of this? I never finished my training!'
He thinks to himself.
'I think I have no other choice...'
He stares at the note with determination.
'Its settled then...'
Grabbing his dagger, he starts to sharpen it.
After the dagger he draws his short sword, swings it around a bit, then sheath it again.
While checking if all his throwing knives are there he says;
"There going to regret ever stepping foot in here..."
he grabs his cloak and puts it on.
"I can do this."
He tells himself while walking out the door, and down the stairs.
Walking down the cobbled street, he looks at the many signs hanging at the tops of buildings, looking for the Pub & Grub.
Finally he finds it,
Standing at the entrance he reasons on if he should just rush in, or fake the money trade.
To be continued...
Walking down the street, he notices something... Strange, about the setting.
The air has this slight tension to it, everyone seems on edge.
Jackson walks into the bakery, he walks up to the counter.
"What can I afford with three gold coins?"
"Not much kid."
The baker puts two loafs of bread on the counter.
"That's it? There gold coins where talking about."
"Take the loafs or get out."
Jackson hands the coins to the baker and grabs the loafs.
"Tread carefully, Heathcliff..."
"How do you-"
"Your face, its distantly a face from the Heathcliff bloodline."
"Oh..."
Jackson walks out the door.
'tread carefully? What'd he mean by that? I have a feeling it wasn't a friendly comment...'
He has a strong feeling that he's being watched.
'It's just paranoia from what that guys said... Right?'
He could only hope so.
Once he arrives at the inn, he feeling grows only stronger.
Walking to his room, he feels like something is very wrong, very wrong.
He runs into the room to find it ransacked and Fiora missing.
"Fiora!"
He yells out, but with no answer.
Desperately he searches the room, he finds a note on the mantel.
It reads:
"If you ever want to see your sister again, come to the Pub & grub with 10,000 crowns. Come alone."
It is signed: Red Bandit.
Jackson starts to panic, he knows he can't get enough money in time.
'Oh no, oh no, oh no! I should've never left! I- I can't get enough money, I know it. Do I have to... Fight my way out of this? I never finished my training!'
He thinks to himself.
'I think I have no other choice...'
He stares at the note with determination.
'Its settled then...'
Grabbing his dagger, he starts to sharpen it.
After the dagger he draws his short sword, swings it around a bit, then sheath it again.
While checking if all his throwing knives are there he says;
"There going to regret ever stepping foot in here..."
he grabs his cloak and puts it on.
"I can do this."
He tells himself while walking out the door, and down the stairs.
Walking down the cobbled street, he looks at the many signs hanging at the tops of buildings, looking for the Pub & Grub.
Finally he finds it,
Standing at the entrance he reasons on if he should just rush in, or fake the money trade.
To be continued...
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