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He was 9, by the adventurers’ best guess, and he was excited to go on his first adventure. He’d heard many great stories from his dads about adventuring. Glorious epics of overcoming great beasts like ruin guards and lawachurls, brandishing many scars as proof, as if they were medals. Great tales of finding priceless treasures and precious artifacts after overcoming many hardships along the way. It all sounded so… cool! And today he’d finally get the chance to tell his own great stories around the dinner table, capturing the attention of all his dads with them hanging on to his every word as he recounts his great tale.
This was a bit ambitious for a 9-year-old whose first adventure was a simple commission of heading to Starfell Lake to collect some fresh Calla Lilies, but anything was possible for Bennett.
Usually, young adventurers in training would’ve started at a younger age, around 6 or so, depending on their skill. But Bennett was a different case. He was found in a hellish place of scorching flames and howling winds as a baby. He was thought to be a child abandoned by the world itself. And despite it all, he was still thought of as the greatest treasure found by any adventurer in the guild.
The adventurers soon found out why he may have been abandoned, as since he arrived this child was riddled with great misfortune.
They raised him like their own nonetheless, them calling him Bennett, and Bennett calling them his dads. And by his dads’ judgement, Bennett had waited a few extra years before going on his first adventure by himself.
But he’d waited long enough now and was ready to voyage outside Mondstadt’s city walls on his own. He barely slept the night before, he was too busy buzzing with excitement beneath his bedsheets. It was the crack of dawn when Bennett jumped out of his bed. He scrambled around his room, grabbing everything he’d possibly need and stuffing it into his backpack. He ran through the halls yelling a quick good morning to his dads. He was about to dash through the front door when he tripped over what felt like nothing and fell flat on his face.
Bennett raised his head to see a pair of big black boots in front of him. “Oy lad, slow down,” Bennett heard a deep and gruff voice say from above him. He got up to see Cyrus, standing tall in his green uniform, similar to the one Bennett was wearing. His blonde hair was cut short, almost shaved off completely, with a chinstrap beard to match. He donned his signature monocle, it was round and black and its shape contrasted with his angular and chiselled face. He peered down at Bennett through it. Crossing his pale, muscular arms he said, “Where’d ya think yer going in such a hurry?” with an amused smile tugging at his lips. ”Didn’t you hear? I’m gonna go on my first commission today all by myself! Katheryne even saved one for me and it’s gonna be so fun!” Bennett practically yelled at the man, unable to contain his excitement.
“Alright, alright,” Cyrus chuckled, stooping down to the boy’s height, “Aren’t you at least going to have breakfast first? And- would ya stand still for 2 seconds?” he exclaimed, realizing Bennett has been jogging in place this whole time, “Can’t! I gotta keep moving or my muscles might cramp, and then I can’t move, and then a hillichurl attacks me, and then-”
“Hey calm down, yer psyching yourself out, what’s one of the most important things in adventuring?”
“To keep a calm and steady head?”
“Exactly. So, steady yourself.”
Bennett closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, and is actually calm for all of 2 seconds until he tries to zip past Cyrus once more. “Okthanksgottagobye!”
Cyrus uses a strong hand to stop Bennett, scoops him off the ground and tosses him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Not so fast young man, you still haven’t had breakfast!” he says with a booming, hearty laugh. Through fits of tiny giggles, Bennett feigns anger, balling up his tiny fists and kicking his feet. “Let me down! I already packed breakfast in my backpack!” he complained, thinking back to the charred egg he’d prepared the night before, along with other various fruits and veggies he’d tossed into his bag.
“Nonsense! A good adventurer never leaves on an empty stomach!” Cyrus responds, setting Bennett down at the dining table, and turning to the stove to quickly whip up something to eat.
After what felt like forever to Bennett, but was just about 20 minutes, Cyrus finally placed an Adventurer’s Breakfast Sandwich in front of him, as well as a glass of apple cider. “Eat up, the food will give you the energy you need, not that yer lacking in that department, and the cider’ll calm you down,” Cyrus said, placing the meal in front of him. Without another word, Bennett scarfed down the sandwich in a matter of seconds, already about to gulp down his drink.
“Slow down lad, you’ll choke if you eat so fast!” Cyrus scolded Bennett, but he didn’t listen and finished his drink in one go. With the unearned hubris you’d expect from a nine-year-old, Bennett scoffed, “Please, I’m a great adventurer! I’m not gonna ch-”
He immediately ate his words as he descended into a fit of coughs, beating his chest to get his coughing to stop. As the coughing seized he cleared his throat and opened his eyes to see Cyrus handing him a glass of water. Bennett tried to reject the offer, saying he was fine, but Cyrus had a stern look on his face that not even the brave Bennett could stand up to. “Drink,” he commanded, “Slowly, this time lad.”
And Bennett did just that, Cyrus taking up the empty plate and glass from before and washing them. He did a quick check with Bennett before he got any ideas to run off while his back was turned. “You sure you have everything you need?” he questioned, prompting Bennett to check his backpack just to be sure.
“Do you have food?”
“Yup”
“Your water bottle?”
“Yup”
“A map?”
“Yup”
The list went on and on, Bennett growing tired of this needless caution. He’s waited long enough for his first ever adventure, and now he has to wait even more?
“For the last time, yes! I have everything I need,” Bennett said with an annoyed groan.
“Okay, okay, I’m just making sure, I just don’t want you getting in danger,” Cyrus said, ruffling the boy’s platinum-grey hair. “Run along now, I won’t keep ya any longer.”
After giving Cyrus a quick hug, Bennett dashed out of the kitchen and headed for the door, until, “Wait! I almost forgot!”
Spinning on his heel he ran to his room and grabbed his sword. He wasn’t old enough for a real one, he’d have to wait a few more years for that, but his wooden sword could still help him. Its hilt was delicately carved, with Bennett’s name on it, and the blade was sharp and painted silver. He stuffed the sword into his belt and was out the door.
-
“Katheryne! Katheryne!” Bennett was practically jumping in front of the receptionist, who looked the same as she did when he first met her, with her pale skin, blue eyes, short and wavy black hair and a gentle smile. It’s almost as if the lady didn’t age.
“Ad astra abyssosque! Welcome to the Adventurer’s Guild. Are you ready for your commission Bennett?” she greeted the boy with a smile.
“More than anything!” The boy beamed, his bright smile almost blinding the poor receptionist.
“Alright, just sign right here and the commission is officially yours,” she said, handing him a piece of paper and a pen.
The commission was from someone named Sucrose, who needed 5 fresh calla lilies for an alchemy experiment. He scratched his name onto the page and waved goodbye to Katheryne, running off into the wild.
-
He was sure to follow his map very closely, only coming across a few small slimes on the way. Bennett remembered reading that slimes being in an area was actually a good thing, and it means that the elemental energy in the area is abundant. But that doesn’t mean they aren’t a pain to deal with- it’s nothing that Bennett can’t handle, though. With his sword in hand, he slew all slimes that crossed his path. It was a piece of cake, really.
Along the way, he also saw a few adventurers that were also from the guild. There were many adventurers stationed along the map to watch out for anyone in need of help, complete their own commissions, etc. They mostly smile and wave at the sight of Bennett, then continue whatever tasks they were doing. One in particular, Lorgar, had warned him about Stormbearer Mountains, a dangerous area that was pretty close to Bennett’s destination. He reassured him that he’d stay away from there, though.
Finally, he’d arrived at Starfell Lake. He actually hadn’t come across that much trouble on his way there, except for the slimes, that is. Perhaps his bad luck decided to give him a break today. He picked the 5 flowers and carefully placed them in a plastic container he’d taken with him. The commissioner was very clear that the flowers cannot get damaged.
Looking up at the sun he figured it was close to midday now. He’d started his trek at around 8, so it was probably time for him to take a break. He kicked off his shoes and rolled up his pants, then dipped his feet into the cool water, letting himself relax for a bit.
He rummaged through his bag and picked out an apple, idly munching on it as he lay back, watching the clouds pass by. Occasionally he could make shapes out of them, a bird, a wolf, a flower. It was a serene feeling at this moment, just him and the wind. Perhaps one day, when he’s old enough, Bennett can be as free as the wind blows. He can go on an adventure wherever he wishes, with no bad luck or worrywart dads tying him down.
There’s no time for that freedom just yet though, as Bennett has a job to do. With this newly found resolution, Bennett pulls his shoes back on, gathers his things and heads back to Mondstadt.
He searches his bag so he can grab his map, but it takes him a little longer to find it than usual. Strange, he could’ve sworn he’d secured it in the front pocket, so why is it empty?
And then he spotted it- drifting away in the wind. His map had somehow blown out of his bag without him noticing, and by now it was too far away to even consider trying to catch it. He sighed. Most people would be a lot more upset about this but Bennett saw this as par the course for his luck- so he shrugged it off and charged forward anyway.
Bennett knows what he should do in a situation like this, he knows he should find the nearest adventurer or knight, and ask them to help him get back. He knows this- but that doesn’t mean he’s gonna do it. It’s that unearned hubris of a 9-year-old clouding his judgement. He still has his compass- and he remembers what the map looked like (albeit vaguely), he just needs to head south, that’s all. He doesn’t need an adult, he can get back to Mondstadt in no time.
-
He did not get back to Mondstadt in no time.
What used to be only a few small slimes were now much bigger slimes, accompanied by hillichurls and samachurls. He was able to fend off some of them, but he wasn’t always that fortunate, barely evading the tornado of an anemo samachurl before running in any direction that is just away from these damned monsters.
As is expected, these encounters also led to Bennett sustaining a few bruises, a scratch on his knee from a dendro samachurl’s thorns and a nick on his forearm from a hillichurl shooter, among others. Still nothing too bad, he can bandage them up for now and ask one of his dads to treat it properly later, but he has to suck it up and push through the sting til he gets home.
At one point along his journey, a seelie caught his attention. The formless creature glowed in a bright blue hue, resembling that of the rarest of crystals. It moved in a wispy and mysterious nature, and Bennett could’ve sworn he heard it whisper his name, beckoning for him to follow it. The young adventurer was absolutely enamoured by the sight.
He remembered his dads saying that if you help a seelie find their court, you’ll get a treasure chest. How was Bennett supposed to resist an adventure like this? Straying from the path, he followed it without a second thought.
And it seems his dads were right, as at the end of this journey there was a chest. Excitedly, he cracked it open and found all of 50 mora, a cabbage, and a sword! This one even felt real, not like the one he had currently attached to his hip. It had a muted, greenish-bluish-coloured hilt, with the guard and pommel a dark grey. The blade itself was simple, with a standard silver sheen to it, but to a little boy like Bennett, it was the greatest thing he’d ever seen.
He secured it to his belt, next to the sword he’d taken with him. He glanced around to check where he was and noticed he was close to the Dawn Winery. This… wasn’t on his path to Mondstadt. By now he had walked past the city entirely. He also doesn’t remember jack about what was on this part of the map, so his hope was running out.
For a moment he considered actually going to the winery and asking for directions. Bennett knew of the Ragvindr clan that operated the place, and how they aided the great dandelion knight Venessa many years ago in rebelling against the aristocracy. He also knew of Master Crepus, the current head of the Dawn Winery, and how he’d failed to become a knight. Bennett thinks that his abilities would be more appreciated as an adventurer, but perhaps he has his own plans for his life.
Despite it all, Bennett figured it would be futile to bother him for directions, he’s probably a busy man. Besides, if he wants to be a great adventurer he should be able to navigate his way with nothing but his wits and a compass.
Thinking about it for a bit more, Bennett remembered how the city of Mond was surrounded by water. If he’d just headed north until he found a coast, he should be able to spot the city and make his way there.
-
Bennett was beginning to think he’d gotten lost.
There was no coast in sight. No sky in sight either, as he had found himself walking through a dark forest with trees taller than windmills and branches winding around each other, so thick above his head it blocked out the sun the way clouds would. If he didn’t know any better, Bennett would have thought the sun had already set with how dark it was.
Bennett trod carefully through the forest, holding on to the hilt of his newly found sword, ready to fight at any moment. Something felt off about this woodland. It was quiet, too quiet. He’d usually hear the splashing of a river rushing by, or the chirping of birds or the rustling of bushes as critters like squirrels or weasels scurried by. Instead, all he heard was the everpresent howling of the wind. There was an eeriness to the wind as well, as if it concealed a million pairs of eyes that were glued to him, watching his every move. He shuddered with fear when he saw scratches on stones, scratches from claws that could be the size of his head. Bennett felt cold, yet he was sweating, his heartbeat was quick, pounding in his chest even though he hadn’t been doing any intense exercise at the moment, in fact, he was completely still. The thought of what great beast could cause marks like that- the young adventurer couldn’t help being scared.
However, his dad's words from just this morning came to mind, so letting go of his sword, Bennett closed his eyes and took a deep breath, whispering to himself, “I am calm… I am steady…”
Now that he had a clear mind, he assessed the situation, looking around for things that might indicate where in Teyvat he’d wound up. He saw dandelions- but dandelions were everywhere in Mondstadt, so that didn’t help. He kept walking and spotted small lamp grass, which can also be found literally everywhere, though they’re most abundant in the Whispering Woods- which he knew he was quite a ways away from. Then something else caught his eye. He didn’t recognize it at first, having to stoop down and pick it up to see it properly. It was a small purple berry about the size of his hand, with two green leave coming out the top and spikes on the bottom. He pricked his finger on one of the spikes, quickly sucking it to soothe the pain. He recognized this berry to be wolfhook, a medicinal berry found exclusively in Wolvendom. A smile reaches his face, he’s not lost anymore! He can now try to make a mental map of where he is in relation to Mondstadt, as he now knew he was in Wolvendom.
Holy shit, he was in Wolvendom.
Even most experienced adventurers wouldn’t dare venture into Wolvendom. The haunted stories of this dark and mystical woodland would send chills down the spines of the little adventurer. Tales of a vicious wolf pack that dwells in the shadows and watches you with their glowing, golden eyes, ready to pounce at the slightest disturbance. The howling of wolves can be heard at night, like a joint chorus serenading an audience. It’s almost deafening if you manage to find yourself in Wolvendom at nighttime. There are tales of hunters and adventurers voyaging in but never coming out, with whispers saying that they’d been eaten by the wolf pack.
Bennett’s blood ran cold. He really should’ve just found an adult, by now he’d be home, with his dads, listening to one of their stories that he somehow never gets tired of hearing, wrapped in a warm blanket. Or he’d be training with his dads, having fun improving his combat skills. But no, he’s out here, in the cold, wearing soggy shoes because somehow along the way he stepped in a goddamn puddle.
Suddenly, something breaks the deafening silence that’s surrounded Bennett since he got here. The sound of a bush rustling causes Bennett to whip his head from side to side, frantically searching for what made the sound. Then he sees the bush shake again, and the young adventurer freezes. He stares at the bush, his palms sweating, his body trembling, his heart pulsing in his ears, he watches as the bush shakes, getting more and more violent until…
A boar. A boar rushes out of the bushes and runs past him, not sparing a glance in Bennett’s direction.
The young adventurer lets out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and he allows himself to relax for, again, all of 2 seconds until he feels a sharp pain in his shoulder.
Something, claws, made a slash in his skin, sending the boy tumbling back until he falls flat on his ass. He scrambles to his feet, dragging his new sword out of his belt and taking on a battle stance. He finally gets a good look at the beast, but he doesn’t recognize it. It’s like a wolf skeleton, but only the top half, just a skull, its two front legs and a tail, floating hauntingly above the ground. It was an earthy brown colour, with gold, glowing eyes and razor-sharp teeth and what looked like a lion’s mane.
It charges forward again, this time trying to bite him, and Bennett uses his sword as a shield, with one hand on the hilt and the other at the end of the blade, and lodges it in the beast’s jaw. He pushes back with all his might, but this beast just won’t budge, clawing at the blade wedged between its teeth in an attempt to remove it and slash at the young adventurer once more. Bennett feels the blood trickling down his arm from the gash on his shoulder, he feels himself getting weaker, his legs feel all wobbly and his head feels light and dizzy.
Losing his foothold, Bennett falls to the ground, landing on his back, the beast towering over him. He doesn’t let go of the sword, however, squeezing even tighter til he feels the skin of his palms break from the pressure of the blade. Drool drips from the treacherous jaws of this beast, and falls onto his face. It burns , the pain eliciting a loud, blood-curdling scream from the boy’s throat and causing tears to prickle at the corners of his eyes. That is most definitely going to leave a scar.
His consciousness is slipping, and for a moment, Bennett wonders if this is how he dies, alone, out in the wild, becoming another one of the careless adventurers that lost the battle to the great Wolvendom.
What would death mean to someone like him, anyway? Bennett knows that the adventurer that found him many moons ago had died, leaving great tales in his stead. Bennett knows that at an adventurer’s funeral, there is no weeping, but toasts made among their comrades in honour of the great lives they’d lived, the many journeys they’d gone on and the many stories they’d left behind. He knows that at the end of a life given to the pursuit of glory, gold and adventure comes a great death.
And he knows that if he dies here, on his very first lone adventure, his death will not be great.
He realises that a life that ends here is a life that didn’t last long enough to tell the tale, share his treasures or show off his new scars. His adventure will have been forgotten, almost as if it never existed in the first place.
If he dies here, will anyone remember him?
Is it even worth being remembered, considering he’s caused nothing but trouble for the ones he loves?
Bennett feels his grip loosen on the sword, and his eyes slip shut, and for a brief moment, everything is silent. He feels the weight of the beast dragged off of him, and he tries to peer through his eyelids to see what’s going on but suddenly everything feels too bright, too loud, too overwhelming. He squeezes his eyes shut to dull it all, and he can’t find the strength to open them again.
If he somehow manages to survive this, Bennett swears he’s never coming to Wolvendom again.
-
When Bennett awakens he feels a pair of hands shaking him vigorously. He tries to open his eyes, and sees a blur of white fur and almost screams, thinking it’s a wolf. Instead, a hand is slapped over his mouth, and a voice scolds him to shush. His eyes finally adjust to the light, and he looks around. He notices he’s still in Wolvendom, propped up against one of the towering trees. He sees the beast from before, its body limp, having seemingly been tossed to the side, as it slowly dissipates, turning to ash. He feels his sword in his left hand, and his fingers ache from where they’d gripped the weapon. To his right is his bag, the compass lying next to it. It looked like there was a small crack in the glass but it was largely unscathed.
Finally, his eyes settle on the child (girl? boy? It was hard to tell) in front of him. They were around the same age as Bennett, and had a long, silver and wild mane, if anything there was more hair than child. They had pale skin, and their arms were littered with reddish-pink scars. They wore a mustard yellow poncho with various patterns on it, diamonds and whatnot, with long, dark green pants. They had bandages around their hands, they almost looked like gloves. The most distinct feature about this child, though, was their eyes. They were a striking shade of red, almost like deep pools of blood. They peered at the young adventurer with a stare so intense it could bore through someone’s skull. Bennett felt himself shiver under the child’s gaze.
The kid removed their hand from Bennett’s lips and moved down to his foot, applying pressure to his left ankle, watching Bennett expectantly for some sort of reaction. The young adventurer sucked in a breath through his teeth at the resulting pain. This prompted the scarlet-eyed child to reach for a wolfhook berry that was in a pile to their right, a pile Bennett hadn’t noticed before. They remove Bennett’s shoe and sock to reveal what looks like teeth marks along his foot. The young adventurer scours through his memory trying to remember when the hell that happened but is soon distracted by the child in front of him. They wipe away the excess blood on his skin and crush the berry in their hand, rubbing its sticky juice over the wound. At first, it hurt, but after a few seconds, the area simply felt numb.
They repeated the process for the wound on his shoulder, making Bennett have to tear off the many sleeves on the right of his adventurer’s uniform. It was too much clothes for his liking anyway, Bennett made a mental note to dress lighter on his next adventure. The child ripped a piece of the poncho they were wearing and tied it around the wound after rubbing the wolfhook on it. He did the same for the small cuts on Bennett’s fingers and the one on his face, using smaller bandaids that Bennett got from his backpack.
The child with scarlet eyes continued to apply pressure to various places along the young adventurer’s limbs, looking for any other potential wounds. “Thanks, but I think you’ve treated all my injuries,” Bennett finally says with a nervous chuckle, after a long moment of silence. The child didn’t seem to understand him, continuing to check for bruises, until Bennett gingerly removes their hands from his arms, saying “No, really! I’m fine now, thank you.”
This seems to get the message across, the child sitting in front of Bennett with their legs crossed and simply staring at him, examining his face. Feeling a little awkward, the young adventurer introduces himself, “Um, hi… I’m Bennett. What’s your name?” He waits for a response, but the child’s stomach seems to introduce itself first, letting out a hungry growl. The child starts sniffing around, seemingly in search of food. Their nose led them to Bennett’s right side as they sniff under his arm and up his neck.
“Do you… want some food? I have snacks in my bag,” the young adventurer asked, feeling mildly off put but still quite curious about this child’s strange mannerisms. Bennett reached into his bag and pulled out the charred egg he was supposed to have this morning, as well as the 2 sunsettias that hadn’t been bruised as his bag was tossed around throughout his journey. The child lit up at the sight, eyes shining and smiling brightly to reveal a missing bottom tooth and what looked like fangs. Maybe his initial instinct of them being a wolf wasn’t so wrong after all.
They gobbled down the food in one go, impressing even the likes of Bennett with their speed. “Did you like it? I made the egg myself,” the young adventurer bragged, practically preening himself on satiating the hunger of a strange child he met in the woods.
The child took this opportunity to nuzzle against Bennett’s neck, giggling at the touch. This startled the boy some, making him flinch a bit. They pulled back to stare at him again, this time with their eyes less piercing and more bright, and innocent, with a satisfied smile tugging at their lips. Bennett was beginning to feel awkward again.
“Do you know which way is Mondstadt?” Bennett asked, figuring he might as well take a stab in the dark while he still has the opportunity to ask for help. The child’s smile faded, being replaced with a look of confusion.
“Mond…stadt?” Bennett prompted, thinking that speaking slower would make his request clearer, but the child stared back with the same confusion, head cocked to the side curiously.
Realizing this child responds better to actions than words, Bennett began to look for something that might show the child what he means. He grabs his compass, and shows them the back, with the emblem of Mondstadt engraved into its brass capsule. The child looks at it for a moment, sniffs it, and then scurries away on all fours. Weird, but alright. “So much for asking for help,” Bennett sighs, feeling a little dejected. The young adventurer should probably get up and continue his previous plan of just heading north, but something tells him he shouldn’t put much pressure on his ankle right now and he decided to just sit tight for a bit.
Soon enough though, the feral child had returned. They picked up Bennett’s bag, seemingly to carry it for the young adventurer (They did put it on wrong, pushing their head and one arm through both straps, with the bag at the front, as if it were a cross bag. Bennett decided to bite his tongue about it though).
Then they rose to their feet and took a few steps in a circle. Their steps were jagged and stuttering as if they hadn’t quite mastered the craft of walking. Then they outstretched their left hand towards Bennett, and the young adventurer, albeit tentatively, took it in his own. He was immediately dragged to his feet, his arm wrapped around the shoulders of the child with scarlet eyes and another arm placed on the small of his back to keep him steady. Bennett was grateful for the extra support, as he also immediately felt his left leg buckle beneath him as the extra weight was put on it.
And like that, they wobbled towards the city. Bennett of course couldn’t handle the silence and chatted the whole way down. He spoke of everything and nothing, he spoke of his dads, the guild, his friends (of which there were very few, though he wouldn’t trade them for the world) and anything else that popped into his mind. He wasn’t sure if his new feral friend actually understood what he was saying, but they still smiled and nodded, and gave a few reactionary hums, so they were at least trying to listen.
They parted ways at the edge of Springvale, the scarlet-eyed child expressing that they didn’t want to go any further. Bennett used his sword (the old one) as sort of a cane to help him walk the rest of the way. Though he waved goodbye and turned his back to the child, they still didn’t leave, watching him until he was out of sight.
-
Slamming the calla lilies onto the receptionist’s counter, caution be damned, Bennett declared in a very exhausted voice, “I did it, Katheryne!”
“Thank you for completing today’s commission, here is your reward,” she replied calmly in an almost automatic way. She handed him a pouch of what looked to be about 200 mora, and some enchantment ore.
Tossing his reward into his bag Bennett hobbled back home, ready to tell his dads all about his adventure.
However, he decided he’d leave out the details of the feral child he’d met in Wolvendom. Going through the events in his head, even he thought the story to be unbelievable.
He has to be smart about his storytelling though, he has to grab his audience with an interesting hook and hold them for the rest of the story.
It was nearing sundown, so he knew some of the adventurers would be in Angel’s Share now, getting ready to tell their own tales as they do every evening, that is if the bards didn’t get to it first.
He burst through the door, grabbing the attention of everyone in the bar. He very loudly announces in that squeaky little voice of his, “I GOT A SWORD ON MY ADVENTURE!” Brandishing it like a new trophy.
The sword was promptly confiscated.
-
That night, as Bennett lay in his bed, he couldn’t stop thinking about the child from Wolvendom. He was never going back to try and visit them, oh no. At least not for now, he’d need more training to prepare to face the beasts that dwell in those woods.
But maybe, just maybe, by some lucky twist of fate, the wind would blow them together again.
Bennett has no relationship with Lady Luck, though, so that’s probably never happening.