Ranchard danced into his room, and such a room! Illustrous materials and colours were what the other hunters were used to but Ranchard had spent years in the wild and the earth had been his bed. He saw a full hot bath in the corner of the room and dismissed it, he had given up taking baths a long time ago.
The food was a different matter however and Ranchard began to eat from the table greedily using his hands to shovel it into his mouth. After his meal he wandered over to the balcony and looked out onto the street below, a woman was yelling at a young soldier and a slave was stood near by. Without warning the woman stabbed the slave in the heart and watched him as he dropped dead. Ranchard gave off a manic laugh to himself and watched with pleasent glee as the woman turned around and revealed herself to be the one who was chosen after him for the Hunt. In his primitive mind, Ranchard knew he would get along well with her.
[ April 23, 2003: Message edited by: Mattius ]
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