While walking to Vetallun, I pause to admire the scenery
I sniff the fresh air, and listen to the flow of the river
Down at my feet lay a small quiver
I pick it up and examine it closely
All of the sudden, a tap on my shoulder
I turn around to a man leaning on a boulder
He says, 'That is mine, give it here and you'll be fine'
I say, 'No problem, I'll just find one further up the road'
He says, 'Those are some nice greaves you got there, hand those over as well'
I say, 'Excuse me, sir?' He wasnt playing, I could tell
He says, 'Jest hand them over and you can go free'
I say, 'You've got to be kidding me'
His eyes go narrow, and grit his teeth
With a fluid motion, he swept me off my feet
I got back up, and wielded my whip
I flicked my wrist and wrapped it around his neck
I ask, 'Do you wish to continue this?'
The reply I got was a puncture to my leg
I free his neck, and entangle his spear
He gives me a look, a look of fear
With a quick yank, I disarm the man
Before I could strike again, he turned an ran
I say to myself, 'What a coward, that man'
I continued my walk, with a quiver in hand