Keiser

It had been another night alone. At least I had gotten a stag. Mught be able to get something for the meat in town. Perhaps treat myself, though not to much. The meat is pretty gamy. I signed as I made my way up the path, sweating a little under my helmet, still slightly too big to for me.

At last, a town. Not a big one, but large enough. I picked up my pase to get there. It was already late afternoon, and the local butcher may close soon.

"WAIT!" I called as I saw him turn to lock his shop. "I have meat to sell!"

He looked at me dumbstruck. As though he had never seen one of my kind before.

"How much can I get for this?" I asked.

"W-we don't serve Keedrian?" He said unsure.

Really? This biggot?
"I'm not a Keedrian." I said pissed. "Now do you want the dang meat or not?"

"UuuHhh..." He said. "Sure, just give it to me and go, I cant be seen."

He shoved a fistfill of gold coins at me and took the mostly in tact deer

"Um...thanks..." I said, as I counted it.

He had handed over 25 gold. More than enough for several weeks.

'Well...' I thought to myself. 'Jubilee's come early' I made my way around town seeing what there was and what might be useful.

Presently the sun grew low in the sky, and I decided to find a place to sleep.

I saw a tavern up the way with the word 'Taverndatter' above the door.
'Seems nice enough' I said to myself and entered. It was nearly deserted except for a small girl with green hair behind the bar.

"Hello?" She said. And presently, cat ears appeared. I must've been more tired than I thought.

"Um...your best room for the night." I said.

She was Aparently stricken by my looks and couldn't keep her eyes off me as I walked over.

"Um...hello?" I said, and held up the money.

"Oh..uh... Certianly." She said, and quickly handed me a key. "First on the right." She then quickly ran off.

"Odd." I said to headed up to the room. It wasn't too large, but it was nice enough. Had fresh water and new sheets and all. I closed the door behind me and took off my helmet, letting my long ears move freely.

I then went over to the water pitcher and bowel and rinsed off my face. It felt cool and refreshing.

As I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, I felt nothing but inadequacy at what looked back at me. Exiled son of a General. Dead general. Weakest in the family line, and practically left standing at the altar by my Vixen.

'well, Kieth, at least you could nab some good game' Nick's voice rang in my head. 'I guess ...' I agrees and lay down, more exhausted than I realized.

My helmet was on the bedside table next to me. Almost looking back at me. My father's. The worst of it all.
I looked away as I began to tear up again... It happened nightly. I should've polished it before bed, but it was all pointless...