I dragged myself into an abandoned alley.
Of course Carvel wasn't pleased with my kill. He never is.
And because of that I suffered a kick to the stomach. Which didn't feel nice.
I slumped down against the cold stone ground. Setting my bow aside, I sighed and closed my eyes. Waiting for the pain to subside.
I'd get him back for this.
Someday.
⊙°••°•°••°⊙
I woke to the dim light of dawn. I blinked and took a deep breath. My stomach still hurt alot. I grumbled and stretched my sore arms above my head.
I really need to quit sleeping in Tavern alleyways. I should at least upgrade to the Eaterey alley a few blocks away.
Finding my crossbow, I stood up and made my way inside the tavern.
The old door creaked as I opened it, signaling my arrival. Everyone knew I frequented the taverns here, but I never drank more then a half pint. It made me feel gross.
The real reason I frequent this place, is for work. And not the kind you might be thinking.
I strode up to a table, a younger man in shiney armour sat there. A tankerd ever present in his hand.
He took a mouthful as I sat across from him.
He was one of the main buyers. For my skills.
"Anything today?" I whisperd quickly. I was a bit rushed today. My older sister was getting married and she didn't have enough wedding funds. So I told her I'd help out. But of course, she had no clue what work I participated in.
"Yes, but you couldn't do it anyway" he said cockily. A scowl came to my face.
"Try me Ferin" I hissed. I was up for anything if ment helping my sister. She raised me from four years old. I needed to thank her over and over again for everything she's done for me.
"This one's really hard~ he sang in his annoying voice.
"Get on with it you big nit wit" I threatened. I glared at his dumb arrogant face until he relented.
"He lives in the forest, names Gilan. You know him?" He asked.
I racked my brain for the name. It rang a bell.
"He lives in the forest?" I spoke to myself. Not many people even dare to go in let alone live there. I wanted to know why...
"He's one of them ranger folk who work for that insufferable King Duncan fellow".
There it is. My answer.
"A ranger you say?" I repeated. I decided to ignore the fact that he had just slandered the King of Araluen.
"One of the best out there according to the sentries I work with" he muttered.
The best huh?
"What has the poor thing done to get on your bad side?" I smirked.
"He's been chasing me off the Barons private hunting grounds. The forest is dry of deer at the moment and me my buddies need to eat well you know-"
"Thats it?!? You want me to risk my life to kill a ranger so you and your "buddies" I air quoted. "Can stuff your greedy pie holes!?!?" I whisper shouted.
He frowned at me for a bit.
"Well when you put it that way-"
"How much?"
"What?" He asked dumbfounded.
I sighed angrily.
"How much for the job?" I demanded.
Ferin smirked. "You are devious".
⊙°••°•°••°⊙
I ended up leaving the tavern with half the money for the job. I'd get the other half once I actually killed the guy.
I grimaced, it was a lot of money. But would it be worth the risk?
I pondered it all the way home.
A/N
Hello! I hope you enjoyed this part! I'll hopefully update it tomorrow.
I got a ton of inspiration to make a book like this from my good friend HeelsAreCute ♡
Please give her books lots of love! She's really good and won't disappoint you!
Have a great week!
The Author~
YOU ARE READING
Rangers Apprentice and BrotherBand
FantasyIn which has Oneshots, Headcanons and any other nonsense I come up with. Fluff maybe some angst or something. Nothing to spicy since I'm not comfortable with writing that kind of stuff. Please enjoy! ♡♡♡ *disclaimer! I do not own rangers apprentice...