Authors note - Contains copious amounts of swearing, don't continue if easily offended.
Brulk slogged through the wetlands of the Midgewater Marshes with his axe in his hands and a curse on his lips. More'n enough time spend amongst the company of that Easterner, Brulk reckoned. Time for a walk amongst the marshes and some time to himself enough to settles his thoughts, but those being the times that was never gonna' happen. He spotted a small campfire along the border of the Chetwood,and and approached with an open palm. Two of 'em squatted round the fire, and they both shot up faster'n anyone innocent would have. "Listen 'ere stranger!" one of them began, some short fucker with a belly bigger'n most pigs.
"No, you fuckin' listen.." Began Brulk, jerking out his chin and axe alike. "Aint' here to go fuckin' trouble-stirring, but either you o' that fuckin' dickhead with the bow have a notion o' taking fuckin' issue then reckon I can fuckin' obliege." What Brulk had taken to be the leader of the duo looked back to his pal and winced. "Just takin' a fuckin' stroll, thats all. Trussed up with some fuckin' foreign fuckin' woman with a stick bigger'n that bow shoved up her arse gives a man a fuckin' cause o' being abit fuckin' tense whilst travelling 'em roads, neh?" The bowman looked to be ready to say something, but Brulk was more than content playing the conversation in a one sided manner. "Fucker aint' no respect o' the old ways o' the road. Takin' a turn o' the fire should be a fuckin' honour, more'n a task these fuckin' days." Brulk took a step closer to the campfire the pair had going, but the bowman nocked an arrow. "No closer, stranger. You'll be leaving here now."
"Aint' too fuckin' polite, don't you know this the Chetwood? Full o' fuckin bandits and 'em lot." replied Brulk, taking another step. An arrow hit the dirt a couple inches from his foot, and the leader o' the pair drew his longknife from his waist. Brulk bent at the hip and plucked the arrow from the dirt. "We're those bandits, we're with the Blackwoods.. Now, piss off 'fore I aim higher." The pair of 'em set a couple chuckles going, and Brulk took another step. "Aint' no issue, lads." said Brulk, casual as you like, before shoving the arrow in the first of 'ems belly. Arrowbelly gave Brulk a look, not quite knowing he was gonna' cockle over any minute now, then cockled over. The bowman took a moment to figure out what was happening too, but Brulk knew. He'd bound over the few feet between them in no time, and set about the Archer like a lumberjack would a tree.
The moment past, and Brulk was left nothing but a sigh. He looked across the campfire, and took to rooting through their baggage. Nothing of value 'cept for a few scraps of food. Brulk let slip another curse, and took to collecting their belongings in a scrap of linen from his shoulders. It'd be back to the cave for him, he reckoned. More'n likely this is what Khelem had warned him taking a wife would be like. Better to take a woman to the furs rather'n a cave in the marhes, but those are the times. He couldnt picture a lass like Sarnai under the furs, more'n likely for the best he reckoned.
