Sometimes you have days in Salem that are truly wonderful. I was already feeling good since a quick trip to town revealed that a witch, whom had once tried to curse me, was in the stocks for his foul deeds. Nothing brightens a day then hearing the screams of the damned as leather strikes flesh.
Feeling upbeat I skirted the plagued masses and decided to travel north and hunt the beavers in Providence. As I made my way to the the beaver flats I pass a well dressed gentelman collecting from the bushes. I wave as I went past, its only polite after all.
Only moments later I then hear a shout from a voice I did not recognise. It turned out to be from said gent, who was both surprised and amused by my friendly nature. He had also been on his way to hunt beavers but decided to let me have them due to my gesture of goodwill. This would have been the end of the story had a bear not blocked my passage.Informing the good sir of the bear we decide to work together to bring it down, a risky move for either one of us could decide to turn on the other and let the bear have his fill. Still we took the risk.
The bear prove quick and nimble and it took many attempts by the both of us to initiate combat but eventually a stomp started the fight. Thankfully the beast was taken down quickly with our swords without much harm to either of us.
We were both very polite is dishing out the meat and, parting with friendly words, we dropped the rest in town in the hope that a good meal might help the poor, sick and homeless that clog our once beautiful capital.
Such a lovely meeting from a simple wave. I can only hope that the tale can inspire others to spare a moment for a simple gesture and maybe see that not all meeting must be unpleasant. I wish you luck and fortune Bob.