Early in the morning, the sun has only just set and the birds sing their very own songs. The dew still covered the grass and the leaves of the trees and plants with a miniature layer of water, glancing in the sun. A deer walks through the ever green forest, searching for it's breakfast. An idyllic sight, or, almost... The deer lifted his head when he was roughly disturbed by a nearby chopping sound. 'Chop, chop, chop, chop...' A young man cutting wood, he continuously lifts an axe up high in the air and thereafter drops it on the wood. He threw both pieces on the pile of wood, and started all over again with another log, all day from dusk to dawn, every day of the week. Except today, on Fridays he brings his wood to the village to sell the wood to merchants. The residual wood could be bought on every other day of the week by the villagers, or would be used for fire to cook on.
David wiped his face and slammed the axe in the chopping block, and began loading the wood into a carriage. After years and years doing the exact same thing he developed his own methods to make it go faster, he became very good at it. Same counts for the hunting with his bow and traps, fighting with his bare hands and brawls in the taverns and inns in the vicinity. Although he was never really drunk, he did like to have a beer or two... or nine or ten, it seemed that under the influence of alcohol he never could never really get hold of himself.
After loading all the logs onto the carriage he left for the village, luckily it wasn't very far, the old horse wasn't able to handle the long rides anymore. He rode the carriage onto a road near his house when he saw a friend of his walking towards the village.
'Need a ride?' he shouted, his pal nodded and climbed on the carriage 'Thanks.' he said 'I might know a place you can sell the wood, they're building a house on the other side of the village.'
David rode the carriage along the way his mate had described to him, meanwhile talking about all kinds of useless things. They agreed to see each other in some local inn and the guy jumped of the cart and David rode along. He managed to sell the wood for a reasonable price and went to the market, he liked to go to the market to take a look at the merchandise. When he left the carriage and his horse bound to a tree to walk to the market suddenly a man came running towards him, he bumped against David. While he only just managed to stay on his feet the man ran along and when David looked around he was gone. What did just happen?
'Hey, you there!' someone shouted from the direction the man just came from, David saw three man walking towards him. Two were very heavily built but the middle one not so, he looked like a slightly rich merchant who obviously hired two man, probably chasing the man that just passed him. But something told him they suspected him of something as well.
'What are you holding there!?' the merchant shouted, it was only then David noticed he was holding a turquoise-ish stone in his left hand. 'Someone gave it to me!' David shouted back.
'Give it to me.' the merchant said, now closer so that he didn't have to shout anymore. David hesitated but then he shook his head 'It's mine now.' he said, slightly deviant.
The two other man walked threatening towards David, but he didn't step back, they couldn't take anything from him. One of the men grabbed him, but immediately struck him in the face, the man then pushed him away and the other man tried to hit him. He evaded the fist and then kicked the man as hard as he could in the face. The man staggered and fell on the ground, but the other man grabbed David again and tried to strangle him, he couldn't breath anymore and was about to pass out. 'Help!' he tried to shout, but no sound came out of his throat.