Once more Aleric woke in his camp, groaning slightly. But this time it wasn't from too much to drink, it was from the still throbbing scar on his chest. He shoved himself up slowly, looking down at the scar for a second, then running the pad of his finger over it, careful not to hit the stitches with his claw.
Then he stood, stretching slowly, and heading over to the fire, crouching down to rekindle it. He would go into town and get his pin. And then he would see if he could figure out what it did. But he was starting to get discouraged.
He grunted, making sure the fire was a decent size before heading for the water again. Fish didn't sound like that bad of an idea, anymore. With a quick motion he caught two, tossing them over his shoulder and repeating his usal morning routine. Scale then cook. It was easy enough. Not as easy as it would have been had his wound not protested every move slightly.
He wouldn't be fighting that day. He didn't feel like risking it. And three fights won was enough to kee him in the game for a little while longer.
He finished his meal silently, standing and dousing the flames before heading back for town to find the stall where he had been given the pin for his good deed. It wasn't there anymore.
His eyes darkened as he bit back a growl. That wasn't good. He had done all that work for nothing!
... Of course that happened often to him... With a sigh his shoulders slumped slightly. He would have to find a new way to get a magicked item. And this time he would collect before he did the deed.
That was just the way life went sometimes, after all.
