Hunters

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"How we doing, Kurl?" His friend said as Kurl walked back into the camp. His friend was loading his arrows into a black quiver over a table.

"I could be a dwarf living underground killing darkspawn, so 'am doing pretty good myself, better than a dwarf for sure." His friend smiled, Kurl noted. "Taking Juli hunting today?" His friend cocked his head.

"Yeah, that kid is something else you know. Most eight-year olds want to stay here at the camp while the grown-ups do the errands, but not Juli. Amazing, yes?"

His friend's smile faded. He was now worried. Kurl's friend walked up to him, and looked around at the other tents. With this motion, Kurl knew right away what his friend was going to say, he had known him for eight years now. "Yeah, I guess, but it is dangerous out there you know," his friend was being solemn, "these mad templars and mages fighting..." his friend got closer to him and placed his hand on Kurl's shoulder. "I know you want to teach him to be a hunter and defend himself, but be careful, I don't want you to lose Juli like I lost." Tobias sighed, he couldn't say it. Kurl knew how difficult it was for Tobias to talk about his son. He had lost his son in a battle of Templars against a beast that possessed a mage that was experimenting with blood magic.

Damn those Mages, Kurl thought. "I will make sure nothing happens to Juli, I promise." Kurl appreciated his friend's concern for his son. Tobias nodded, and removed his hand from his friend's shoulder. Kurl looked at his son, who was putting his arrows inside his red quiver near his tent. At this point in the morning, Kurl observed,the whole camp was in motion. Hunters had already been gathered by Tobias. They were standing next to Juli, huddled. It was five of them, including Juli. Juli was dwarfed by every other hunter on the group. Each one of them was at least two feet taller than Juli. It was obvious that Juli was belittled by these men in flesh, but not in spirit. Despite being an eight year old kid, his enthusiasm for hunting was far greater than any of them, and that concerned Kurl. It concerned him because being a hunter will put Juli in danger, at such young age. They were all waiting for him, Kurl realized. He started for the group of excited hunters that wanted the glory of being the providers of the camp. 

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