Hunting with Prey (G/t)(on hold)

You Bet

"Hmmm, Bertolt. You shouldn't talk to her like that." the man to the left of him remarked.

"And why not? It's just a princess playing knight." he finally took a drink from his mug after he spoke.

" She's a hunter." the scrawny man beside Bertolt whispered.

The pig of a man looked her up and down one more time. Not to look at her body this time, but to inspect her. She was wearing a make-shift outfit with a brown cloak. She wasn't wearing the hood, but aloud it to hang off her shoulders. She had the crossbow in her hands with a sword on her left hip. On the opposite hip, were what looked like two small knives. Looking over he noticed a bag sitting on the ground. It had trinkets hanging off like creature teeth and fur to patch up the holes. Bertolt looked back-up to her face with a laugh. "She is no hunter. She's a poser. A knock off." the man across from him laughed a bit, but the other two at the table looked towards Bertolt with fear. They must have known who she was. "If this little scarlet is a hunter then I would give up my favorite sword past down from generations, but that won't happen. Now leave." he waved his hand at the girl.

She turned to leave but froze for a few seconds. She knew she didn't have to prove herself, but she could have fun with this. Turning around with a pivot motion to face the smartass she opened her mouth. "Alright. I'll take that bet."

The man seemed intrigued by her proposition. He could be amused for a few seconds.

"It's just I don't want your sword. A sword is too precious to most...humans. But I will take a bag of gold."

"Go on."

"Tell me to kill anything. Anything at all. I'll bring back the proof. If I do then you ow me a bag of gold."

The man looked at her with a smile. "Fine. But if you don't come back with the proof then you will serve me at the bar like a proper woman should be doing."

She contemplated her decisions. She was confident. "Fine."

"Alright..." he thought for a few minutes then smirked once more. "Bring me back proof of slaying the giant of Wellwood."

She had heard of this giant. She knew many hunters have tried and failed. Either not finding him or...have lot their own lives.

"Fine." She extended her hand out waiting for his ok that the deal was on.

"Alright."

She shook her own head once as they sealed the deal with a shake.

"I nearby make an official bet with..."

" Scarlet."
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Sighing in irritation she has been traveling through the wooded area for hours now. Using her sword as a pair of shears, she would cut down anything that was in her way. Vines, tall brush, even limbs of they were not too thick. She did have to watch her aim though because she did start off her travels with her trusted stead and only friend Philip. Every adventure she has been on she has dragged this pure brown horse. From going on trips with her before he was trained enough to know not to just take off or buck her off if they encountered anything huge or dangerous. If she ever needed a quick getaway this horse was her guy...well you know the saying.

With one sword in hand and Philip's reigns in the other, she traveled as far as she could. What was the most frustrating was she couldn't find even a sign of this so-called giant. Not a single one. Usually, she would find things they dropped, crushed items, footprints, basically, anything disturbed, but there was nothing. It was like he didn't exist. Something that was close to 100 feet, honestly closer to 80 ft., should leave behind a trail. There...there was nothing. This shouldn't be possible.