Our day begins with a poor and low stat hunter who's rent has been due for 2 days now. He wakes up with a sore chest due to horribly failed fight with bear yesterday. He surely would have had use for that skin..
He used all evening tailoring up a new kit for special fighting. He had heard rumors of new birds roaming in forests that cannot be dealed with force. But their skin and feathers are soft but they run like a wind and fight from a distance. He still thinks they are possible to catch by even a weakest of hunter equipped with wisdom and tailoring skill. He could sell their hides and beaks for a good price in Boston stalls.
Hours after hours pass by as our hunter wanders around lumberwoods. He feels hunger and cold but the fear of lord and tax collectors pushes our brave soul ahead. Once in a while he sits on a log and eats his scarce food.
Then, just as he feels his phleghm is running bottom, he hears a loud scream in a forest. Quickly running he sees a flock of these wingless birds running away from him.
For many times he is chased away because a bird climbs into tree but he is determined. He puts all his remaining phlegm into running and forces the birds towards nearby cliff. He raises his leg high..
The spirits have heard his prayers. Tonight he will hang the skins up high and he is able to pay his landlords. He kneels before this amazing feat of luck and feels that he can live in the world of Salem without loads of biles after all. God willing the raiders won't find his humble cottage in the lumberwoods and he still have the dried hides in the morning.
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