The road to Reajh from Ketra had been a long one to say the least, though not a particularly difficult one. The former ranger was growing used to this world with every passing day, but at the same time with every passing brought him more memories of his life Before. By the time he Silverheart, or as he was more well known Mr. Silverheart, had been half way to the city of bounty hunters, most of his memory had returned to him. A part of him had wanted to fall upon the dirt ground when ever a new memory revealed itself to him. But he never did, he couldn't, here in this land he was not a ranger, a force for the greater good. No, here in this world he was a bounty hunter, a man who brought down the criminals that escaped the justice for profit. More then that the memories that came to him, while detailed and true, seemed distant, as if he were watching another man's life flash through his mind.
In a way that was true, the man he saw there in those memories was best known as Pol, the Guardian of Earth. But when he'd come to this place, he'd been forced to give up that identity, take up the alias of Mr. Silverheart, partner of the renowned bounty hunter Shadow, and a skilled warrior in his own right. At times he regretted leaving the name of Pol behind, his first love had named him that, but it was not his birth name, Silverheart was. And this was a new life for the half wolf, and Pol was a ranger, Mr. Silverheart a bounty hunter. They may have similar attitudes, feelings, and beliefs, but Mr. Silverheart did what he did for money, he had no other choice.
Mr. Silverheart slowly walked through the town, noting its relatively cleanliness. This had honestly surprised him, the town and country were known for their hatred of magics, and yet they some how kept everything in near perfect working order without them. How was a good question that the half wolf had no answer to. His golden eyes scanned the streets and people as he walked slowly through the town. Many pairs of eyes caught on him as he walked, as he was the spitting image of a bounty hunter these days. A long dagger, and many small knives where sheathed in his belt, his cloak shifted colors softly to break up his image from some angles. A heavy axe was also belted opposite the dagger, and over his cloak was a quiver with a bow hung around it. The half wolf had a few other weapons, but there were far more well hidden from the world around him.
His eyes caught on the old sign post of the bounty office. It seemed as though this place had been here almost as long as the town had, if not as long. The bounty hunter walked up the steps and through the door and nodded silently to the man behind the counter.
I want a bounty, and don't give me any of this "rogue mage" shit, ya hear? The man nodded and quickly shuffled through some papers, pulling out an older one and handed it to Mr. Silverheart.
Here ya go, sir. Seems this man robbed and murdered an elderly woman, leaving her husband crippled. Their son set it up. Wan it?
Pol snatched the paper from the man's hand, and gave it a quick look over. Aye, I want it. Put down Mr. Silverheart took it. The half wolf hadn't noticed but he'd taken up using his partner's use of the word "Aye" He quickly left the office and looked at the city from the steps leading up to the building. Where to start?
