Sunlight streamed through a rotten, creaky window in the hut, shining about a child as he rubbed his eyes awake and stood up grumbling than froze for a second Rember'd that he had been reborn into Game of Thrones and recalled yesterday, and grumbled again with a dark look in his eyes again, but still got up and went out of town and went to yesterday's spot this time he doesn't have to waste time by searching and know where to get the martials to craft his gear again but this time he took a few baboo tubes and the sharp rock he had left here near the river yesterday and yet again started to carve out a short bow and this time a baboo spear.
Repeating his actions from yesterday, he walked into the small river, after a few hours caught a few varieties of fish, made another fire, ate the fish he had caught, and looked up at the sun, which, if he had to say so, indicated it was midday.
first, he hid his tools this time near a dead tree by burying it under it and threw over a handmade rope of reeds where the rest of his fish was tied to and went back to the town, the guards that was there last night was not there instead it was the other pair that mostly just ignored him but Vicktor preferred this group of guards as he also made note that not to return late because the jackass works the night shift, Vicktor walked on by towards the small market and amongst the muttering groups of villagers and merchant's selling their wears he looked at the stalls and wagons to see what they got and to figure out the price system of this place.
walking around a bit and listing he started to get a good idea of the price system of the Game of Thrones universe, for example, 10 copper pennies make 1 silver stag, and 15 silver stags make 1 gold dragon, so to buy a loaf of bread it would be 2 copper pennies, and a standard guard's monthly pay is 5 silver stags.
nodding at this, he went towards a caravan merchant that was selling random trinkets, but Vicktor saw a few items that might be quite useful to him. Walking over, he looked at the few items that caught his attention: a roll of boiled leather, a skinning knife, and a carving tool for both spear and arrow heads. The merchant saw this and walked over to talk to Vicktor with a smile, showing Him that the merchant was either unaware of his status as a bastard or did not care, but it worked out for him in the end.
"Well, lad, what do you think is interested in any of my merchandise?" the Smiling merchant asked with his hands on his hips, looking down at Viktor.
"Yes, how much for this roll of leather and those tools?" pointing toward each one of the mentioned items. The merchant looked at the stated items and, from the look on his face, calculated the price. After a while, he looked back towards Viktor and spoke with a serious tone.
"The leather roll is 9 copper pennies, the skinning knife is 1 silver stag, and the tools are all worth 2 silver stags in total." He stated and showed the amount on his fingers; after all, he did not know whether the boy knew how numbers worked. Most folk don`t. That teaching knowledge was for the wealthier families. Hearing this, Vicktor pulled out his cloth bag with a clinking sound and looked inside, counting 15 Copper pennies and 3 silver stags, just enough to buy the items he wanted, and remembered the fish he had sold earlier because he didn't have a way to preserve them. Pondering for a second, he gave the precise amount to get them after all, what good is money if you're dead, and he needed these items to make his chances of surviving a lot higher.
The merchant counted the coins and handed the items to Vicktor, who took them and walked back out of town, avoiding people and guards in case they tried to take his newly bought items for some bullshit reason again.
Now, outside again with the sun still up, he went back to the riverbed and sat down at his now-preferred spot, looking at his new items and the ones he had retrieved from his burial. Now, with a skinning knife, carving will be much easier. With that, he took his sharp sticks, carved wooden arrowheads, sharpened the points, and tied them with a long reed rope that took a while to make.
Standing up to the riverbed near the rocks, he pulled the short boy up with the wooden arrow on it, aiming for a swimming fish, and shot, but missed. Clicking his tongue, he pulled on the reed rope tied to the end of the arrow, pulling it back to him to keep practicing with the short bow until his arms hurt.
He had managed to shoot a fish in the tail and caught one but that was the only one he got than looked up at the dark sky and cold winds that's coming in, he sat down at the pit and started another fire and prepared the fish to eat while it was cooking on the stick he decide to get more work done even if he is tired and sore he's sleeping outside the town tonight not risking it with the asshole guards on duty most likely.
Sitting down, he pulled out a knapping stone and billet tools to shape arrowheads and blades from stone and the like, placing the leather on his leg to work on. He took a flat stone from the pile beside him and set it on the leather. As he was practicing with the short bow while walking up and down the river, he collected any stones that looked flat for this very reason. Viktor began chipping at the stone, shaping it into a stemmed arrowhead and barbing it.
"Hiss" Vicktor smacked the stone, but hurt his sore hand in the progress but continued chipping away at the stones.
He took a break to eat, but looked at the 4 arrow heads he just made, they were barbed stemmed arrow heads, Mushing on last bit of fish throwing the bones aside and picked up a straight baboo tubes and started carving arrow shafts from them and then after he tied the arrow heads onto the shafts with reeds and tree sap for a makeshift glue making stone arrows.
Smiling to himself, he stood up, buried all his things, and climbed to rest. The air was cold, but with his tired body, he didn't care and fell asleep on a large branch. under the sparkling dark sky.
3 days have passed, and the same routine goes outside the town. Catch a few fish, then eat them. Craft a few arrows and mostly practice with the short bow, though. Victor answers that he would prefer a crossbow, but he won't have one for a while.
Looking at his body, it was now starting to fill out, no longer as skinny. He knew he should start working out to build strength and the like. Vicktor began walking towards the town gate and entered it, carrying quite a few fish tangled on a reed line on his back, intending to sell them to the locals in a few shops that sell meat and food. On his way to the Inn, he encountered a normal thing in this time and age. A child looks like around 10 years old, or name days as these people call it, a large lad in rags, leaning against the alley wall, staring down at the other side with a blank, dull look in his eyes.
Vicktor thought for a moment. "Maybe I should start recruiting followers after all, having loyal men in the future would work out well for me, and what's the best time to recruit when it's a child with no hope and easy to manipulate? " He stood in front of the child, looking down at the sitting child as the lad looked up with dead eyes, but his eyes looked behind Victor's back at the dangling fish.
Vicktor was the first to talk. "You hungry? Looks like you hadn't had much to eat these few days," looking at the lad's stomach, or almost lack of, but wondered how the fuck he still has a strong build.
The child only nodded after hearing this and slowly stood up; he was a good 3 heads taller and bulkier than Viktor. Looking up at the lad, he noticed the lack of speech and asked, "Why are you not talking? What cat got your tongue?" wondering if anyone here would understand the reference, but the lad just blinked and opened his mouth to reveal his tongue or to speak; a lack of one seemed to have been cut off. "Oh... I see" dame, that's rough, no wonder he was not speaking a word.
"Well, can you count and read?" Viktor asked, but the lad shook his head no. Singing at that, Vicktor thought this guy was just a brute then, but would make a great right hand, so I'll give him a nickname, that is, if he wants to work for me. "Let's make a deal. I will help you, and you will work for me. I'll be the brains, and you'll be the shield and sword," he asked, hoping that this lad would agree.
The Lad just stared for a moment but slowly nodded, agreeing to the deal, and Vicktor grinned and nodded, then spoke, "Well First since you can't tell me your name, I'll give you the nickname Iron. That will make things a lot easier." Vicktor added, with another nod from the now-known Iron, the new partnership has been formed.
After that, Victor went towards the Inn with Iron following him from behind as a quiet bodyguard. After a while, they arrived in front of an inn known as the Falling Oak and stepped in with a few villagers looking disdainfully at us, but ignored us for the most part and Vicktor did so as well and walked up towards the counter where the owner was, looking up at the scruffy bald man who was glaring down at them Vicktor spoke with as firm as he can mage while looking like a child "I want to make a deal with you good ser" The inn owner scowled and looked down at him. "I am no Ser you bastard, and what deal can you possibly have that can get my interest?"
In Vicktor's mind he wondered for a moment and remembered that Ser would refer to as a knight of the seven kingdoms here and not as a good gesture but shrugged it off and just ignoring the bastard comment." I'll give you all of these fish" showing 12 different types and sized fishes "But in return i want you to cook me and my friend here" Motions toward the quite Iron who was just standing there looking at the interaction " A Dish with 3 of those fish and boiled a bit of water for us to drink." Saying this, Vicktor knew by offering it this way, he was at a loss after all, the value of the fish compared to what would have been the dish was not an even trade, so the owner would have every reason to agree.
The owner just stared for a moment, saying nothing but nodding and taking the fish and handing it to a young lady, a waitress, who took it to the kitchen. The Owner turned away from us but motioned towards an empty table at the far end, and Vicktor only nodded and walked over with iron and sat down waiting for the meal to come and Vicktor started to talk with iron after all he know has a Aid so now he does not have to fish to get coin now they can work on other things like pickpocketing and stealing "iron we will start working Tomorrow at first light I'll have to show you what we will be doing." And Iron only nodded at that, and they ate and left, agreeing to meet up tomorrow at the market entrance.
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