The Hunted
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The streets of central Heurbon were booming that evening, the roads coming to life as many of the farmers returned to the city for the night. The city, as many in Santaria, was known for its many vintners that would be right in the middle of their annual harvest this time of year, much of the peasantry and even some of the nobility joining in on the age-long tradition of wine making.
Aleron decided to go all-out tonight. He didn't have to, surely; a simple girl such as Natalie would likely be pleased that he merely took her out to a restaurant or winery. But the bounty hunter had decided that she deserved a nice night to remember, and it had been too long since he had been treated to one himself.
Once he found a suitable inn to keep his horse and gear safe he perused the many tailors of the marketplace, looking for a suitable wardrobe for the night. He waded through the busy, winding streets of Heurbon until he came across one tunic in a window that looked particularly interesting; fancy, but not so fancy that he'd look like a noble. He entered the shop, was fitted, and the tunic was tailored within two hours.
Aleron looked at himself in the mirror, hardly recognizing the man staring back at him. His hair had grown scraggly in the year since he'd trimmed it, but his body was still in proper form. He looked positively handsome, or so the female tailor had told him, in the blue-and-gold long-sleeved tunic and black pants he had purchased. He even got himself a new matching black-and-gold belt and black slippers to complete the ensemble.
Satisfied with his new garb, he settled on a winery to test their merchandise before heading out to a barbershop to fix his hair. The barber expertly worked his hair and beard, trimming both to look just as many of the well-doers in the city wore theirs. His medium-length, brown hair was now parted to the side rather than down the middle, and his full beard had been trimmed into a neat goatee. He was absolutely amazed when he gazed into the mirror once the barber was finished, his green eyes shining back at him.
Aleron realized that he still had
it
, and Natalie's sudden and complete acceptance to their date this night made all the more sense to him.
Aleron retired to another winery with the task completed, sampling their wares as well for two hours before heading towards the gatehouse of the count's castle across the river. He had spent eight and a half gold Imperials already, but he had plenty more to spare.
And so he waited on the bridge just before the gatehouse. He felt naked without his armor and steel on him, but the city seemed safe enough. He was staring off into the river below when he heard his name called out in a beautifully feminine voice behind him.
"Aleron!"
He turned, eyes fixed on a gorgeous version of the Natalie he'd spoken to earlier in the day. She too was wearing blue and gold; a long, silk dress that fell to the ground, a golden shawl, dark blue gloves, and her hair had been plaited into a thick crown around her head, with three additional plaits flowing down her back, blue and yellow flowers tied through each.
"Natalie. You look absolutely stunning," Aleron admitted, bowing as he kissed her hand.
"And you're very dashing yourself, sir," she beamed as she took her time returning her hand.
He nodded. Aleron knew he was. But he was more impressed by her transformation; a peasant who could dress as a proper lady?
Natalie giggled. "Wow. I can see it on your face. Yes, even us servants here have a nice dress or three for formal occasions. And my friends helped me with my hair when I told them what my plans were for the night. We're not
barbarians
, Aleron," she answered excitedly before he had asked.
"And you somehow knew to match?" he questioned, still a bit puzzled.
Natalie giggled and pointed upwards towards a blue-and-gold flag flapping in the breeze. The banner of the County of Heurbon.
"Ah," Aleron vocalized, feeling a bit idiotic. She wrapped her arm in his as they slowly made their way towards the city center.
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The pair of well-dressed almost-strangers decided on Natalie's favorite vintner for their first stop. The tone of the city changed completely during the night; restaurants and wineries moved their shops outside under canopys of golden-colored linens and daisies, the paved streets lit by all manner of lamplight and fireplace. Cheerful instruments were played on every street of the central market, musicians happily sharing their art for all to enjoy. To Aleron, it seemed the entire populace was in the mood for festivity, and he asked his beautiful companion if tonight were a special night. Natalie giggled as she explained it was always like this in Heurbon, at least when the weather cooperated. Which it usually did in this part of the Empire.
"But what you should really see is this city in a month for the harvest festival," Natalie explained to Aleron, "it's like everyone pitches in to brighten the very streets with joy. Flowers everywhere, wine pouring freely, the dancing..." Natalie started to rock in her seat with a smile, imitating a slow dance.
"Sounds wonderful. I've been to many places in my years, but I always find myself pulled towards Santaria. It's unique culture is what has allowed it to be a seperate entity under Imperial rule for so long. No one wants it to change," he shrugged, sipping his wine as he finished.
Natalie, too, sipped her wine, keeping eye contact but finding herself thoroughly uninterested in politics. She changed the subject.
"And have you been to Imperia in your world adventures mister wanderer?"
"A couple times," he answered truthfully, "but never on my own. I was with the Blood Moons, uh, a mercenary company, for a time. We would venture there to pick up contracts fairly often."
The girl's eyes widened at the mention. "You served with Talos in the Blood Moons?" she asked in a reverent whisper.
Aleron found her enthusiasm perplexing, or at the very least misplaced.
"Yeah. Served under him, more like," he answered curtly, not especially appreciating the memories this particular topic reminded him of. "Wasn't all that before your time, Natalie?"
"Oh hush Aleron, everyone has heard of the Blood Moons here. Talos is revered almost like a local god by many of us here, since he saved the slaves back in the revolt and all," she stated excitedly.
Natalie always found the stories of Talos to be most intriguing, as did most of the commoners of Santaria. Talos had fallen off of the face of the world after the Revolt, yet hushed rumors were now being told of his reappearance in the far east. Natalie wondered what he was up to.