"Hunter, I see Mourn Fortress just ahead." Kyle pointed to the steel walls of Mourn Fortress. Hunter picked up speed as the gates opened for their arrival. "I sent word ahead, so General Erin Wild."
Hunter stopped sharply, as a beautiful Dracoman woman approached them, smiling sinisterly, "Welcome, oh mighty Hunter Wilds." Bending at the waist to show herself off at him.
Hunter turned away for her, "Hello General, show too much." Kyle's glasses slide at his rude behaviour to her. "You seem well."
Kyle fixed his glasses before looking at Hunter, who was uninterested in Erin's hello. "How rude, not even a nice insult from you. It's been ages since I last saw those- "
Hunter tilted his head towards her. "I came for info, not for a sappy reunion, Erin!"
Erin stood straight as she could see it was very urgent, she crossed her arms in disappointment. "Very well, meet me in my office later. I have other things to take care of first." Waving at Hunter as she toddles off, Hunter growled as she went out of view. One of the soldiers escorted them to the guest chambers.
Kyle sat at the edge of the bed, turned his gaze to Hunter, still irritated, "So, umm, you two knew each other?" Kyle's cracked as he tried to break the ice, Hunter Stared out the window as he nodded. "Well, that explains a bit."
"She used to tamer than she is now in her appearance until she meets me." Hunter's growling was very tiring to Kyle, "Oh, and before you ask, she always found a way to subdue the opponent with her feminine charm." Hunter stiffened in rage as the words poured out.
Kyle scratches his cheek. "Well, I was going to ask how you were not affected and how you to meet, but okay." He flopped onto the bed. "So, how long till she will be done, you think, knowing you? You want the info as fast as possible, right?" Kyle turned his head towards Hunter.
Hunter closed his eyes, letting out a sigh, "She'll be done by dark. Erin always did like the idea to be fashionably late to anything, and I mean anything." Hunter moved to the other bed and sat down, resting his hands under his chin in thought, "If she has his location, then we leave tomorrow."
Kyle stared at the ceiling, "And if she doesn't?"
Hunter sat up as a knock from the door caught their attention. A messenger told them she was waiting for them and that he would escort them to her office. Hunter looked out the window, the sun still in view. Kyle remarked that it wasn't even dinner time yet. Hunter found it suspicious that she had finished early. As they enter, the messenger closed the door behind them. Hunter watched as he did, Erin made a groaning noise, turning his attention back at her.
Finding a spring in her step, Erin leaned over her desk, "So, what is it that I could help you with Hunter." Her sadist grin made Kyle shiver. Hunter moved up to her and slammed his knife into her desk. "Now, now let's not kill ourselves, Hunter. Though I am curious why you would come for any help?" Hunter's face stiffened, Erin felt she had to pull back. "I get the message; it's serious if you ask for any help."
Hunter lifted his knife, "I'm after someone who looks a lot like me, but his name is Lovell. The last info I got is that he was in Grand Dale, after that nothing. Know anything about where he might be or where he might head off too?"
Erin leaned back in her seat, "Now there is a question I do have answers too." Hunters put his knife away as he heads to a chair. "He was last seen heading to an elvish kingdom, which one I don't know, but I do know he might head back to Marewood city. Head there, you should catch him somewhere close, or so my sources say." Reverting to her playful manner. Hunter goes up to leave as Erin stopped him. "One other thing Hunter, Marewood, is also the home of another quarry of yours, so watch out for him that tails her."
Hunter exited the room while Kyle stumbled out after him. "So, we leave tomorrow?"
Hunter stopped, "No, this time, we leave tonight." Kyle sighed as he went to get the supplies, "Just wait, I will find you Lovell and kill you, well if you not his grandson, that is." Hunter grinned in anticipation of finding him.
Hunter hoped on his bike as Erin walked up beside him. "What will you do if you find him, Hunter?"
Hunter looked up at her, "If there's no struggle, I'll bring him here. Kyle will be staying behind until I return."
Erin leaned in, "And if he gets away? Will you return still for your mechanic?"
Hunter put his goggles over his eyes, "Yes, and not because he's my mechanic." Revving the engine before taking off. Erin stood back as he watched him ride off.
Kyle was sitting at the window as he watched his friend leave to Marewood. "Don't do anything stupid, Hunter. We cannot mess this up." Hoping his words somehow reached Hunter.
Hunter reached Marewood to see a festival going off. The people were cheery folk; Hunter didn't want to do anything with them. "So, where does the Humbly family live, Lovell?" Hunter overheard one saying Lovell's name.
Hunter heard another voice answering the other person. "To be frankly honest, I don't know. I was six the last time I was here before being taken by the Goanna Mercenaries.".
Hunter ran to the voices, stopping short of entering an alleyway, "so, then let's ask around!" the first voice spoke childishly as Hunter peered around the corner, "we all go off and ask everyone where they live and then meet… meet up at…" Hunter notices that there were three altogether, and one was Lovell. The other two he didn't can for but knew if he was going to succeed. He needed to get the others out of the picture. "There at the fountain?" They Looked over, nodding at the suggestion. "So, see you in two hours?"
"Make it five." The last one spoke, giving more time to capture Lovell. "that way, we can cover more people before we find something to eat at six."
The sound of ringing from Hunters' pocket enraged him as he answered. "What Kyle?!" He gritted through his teeth.
"I'm guessing you found him?"
Hunter rolled his eyes, "Yes, but he has company."
"Okay, give me a moment here," Hunter Looked back to where he saw them, to see he lost him thanks to Kyles call. "Sorry, I just did some fortune reading on when you should nab him, and it seems he has some real anger issues just- "
Hunter gripped the phone, "So, I should wait till when to snatch him?!"
"Oh, that's easy to wait till he cracks, his mental state is fragile when it comes to things, the cards say he'll leave them willingly overnight, either tonight or tomorrow night. Just follow him, you will see the right opportunity." Kyles' voice irritated over the phone.
"Thank man, see you in a while." Hunter grinned as he waited for their return so he could follow them. "Well, I do have time to kill until they return." Hunter began to ponder on what he was going to do for the next five hours. Then it hit him; he would find the very thing they were searching for., Hunter knew he would have disguised himself. Looking around Hunter cast a spell to change his appearance, turning himself into an old man, Hunter checked over himself, making sure there was no way they would discover him.
Hunter walked down the streets, asking if they knew where the Humbly's lived. Till he came across a house, Hunter noticed a man leaving his home, walking up to him. "You lost, sir?" The man kindly asks.
Hunter ready to tear him apart, "Well, I was looking for a family, and the only thing I have is the last name to go by." Hunter tried not set any suspicions of who he might be.
The man gently grabbed his shoulder, unaware that he was not what he appeared, smiled, "What's their last name good sir, I might be able to help?"
Hunter acted as if he was trying to remember the name. "I think it was Humble or Humbly; my memory isn't as good as it used to be, sorry."
The man leaned back, "Well, there is no Humble family, but I'm Mr. Humbly," Hunter felt overjoyed that he found them before they did. "Why are you looking for me, good sir?"
Hunter seeing his suspicions rising. "I'm looking for my granddaughter, you see, and a friend said that a family with your last name had adopted a little girl. I was hoping that she was here for me to raise her amongst family?" Hunter is nervous at the fact he said that. 'I hope he buys it, or else I'm in trouble.' He thought to himself. Sweat ran down Hunters back, waiting for the man's response. He could hear his heart in his throat, throbbing away.
"Well we did, but she left about two years ago, do you know what she looks like?" Hunter shook his head at him. "What about her name?"
Hunter pondered on a name acting like an old man that had a hard time remembering. "I think her name was Maria. She would have been six when her mother passed." Looking up at the man, his heart still racing.
"Sorry, we didn't raise her, but hopefully, you find her. She's lucky to have a grandfather like you." The man walked by Hunter, "Well, I'm off, and good luck in your search, sir."
Hunter nodded as he walked the other direction. "That was to close," grabbing his chest. "Why was I so nervous?" Looking at his hands, his phone went off, scaring him, Hunter answered. "Y-yes?"
"Hello, sweet fire, its Erin here." Hunter pulled his phone away to end the call. "Hold your horses there, Hunter. I have some info for you."
Hunter put the phone back to his ear, "What is it, Erin, you caught me at a bad time." Hunters face red in embarrassment.
"Well, I found out that Marewood is part of a dispute with the Faremin forces and the Gold Heart Empire for this village, and if I were your prey, I would do everything in my power to stop the Faremin Kingdom from getting my childhood home. So, look up the barracks of our forces and wait there." Hunter surprised by what she dug up. Looking around, he did see that something was going on.
"So, is this festival part of it?"
"Bingo, sweet fire, and here is the kicker they will decide at the end." She playfully answered. "So, go blend in and wait. Check by the place they are staying in the morning, okay."
Hunter pulled the phone away, "Got to go sorry, Erin." Erin is trying to ask what was going on before Hunter hung up. Hunter noticed one of Lovell's companions heading down the street. Hunter went ahead towards him, lowering his head as to make a scene.