Randy

Well now, civilization doesn't seem so bad, I mean, with all the corruption doesn't quite compare to the loneliness and the occasional rodents that steal your stash of food. Though, there was that one guy armed from head to foot yammering something about "I'm the Mail man of death, wont you have some tea with me"! barg even if he was real. If he saw the stolen military papers he'd turn like a rabid dog.

Slightly exasperated, Randy wasn't even sure he existed. Being alone for long periods of time wasn't Randy's thing. Even though the training helped it didn't quite prepare him for the actuality of the events. Staring off into space Randy hated the night leaving him in complete darkness, claustrophobia always set in. Not to mention the constant hiding from the meandering peasants. Evidently Crooks let them wander to the neighboring town sheds, a bit of a problem especially with Ol' Barty having a randsome out for any surviving monks.

hmmm-hum-hum-hum! hmmmm-hmm! Humming an old song was the only thing giving him peace. Tattered and worn he looked about, now ragged and disheveled, with a few leaves stuck in his hair. He stumbled forward. Even worst he could swear that he was being followed but not by anyone of Crook's or Bartholomew's men, Randy would be dead by now... but still, having no response made him wonder if it was bad training or if a black hooded man really was following him.

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dinner time (you said it was dark)
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Having a rabbit in his sights, Randy focused his last unbroken arrow, breathing in slowly Randolph was waiting for the perfect moment. if i had my spear I'd totally own this rodent, no-no I had to lose it in the scorched forest-Oooo thats right little rabbit just a little further-
"Pardon mister?"
"Gack!" The arrow flew threw the air then smashed against the rocks. Turning around infuriated, Randolph saw a little urchent child. "Gack!"
Flinching, the little child raised her arms and squeaked.
Exasperated and befuddled Randolph began sorting his things not even looking at her. "whats your name kid."

"Tamitha."

Throwing things on his(R.) back "what do you think of the trek, tike?"

"ok I guess"

Randy was now walking away quickly, "Good, keep it that way"
Behind him, the child just stood there not moving and seemed lost. Randy paused then turned back, "where are your parents, kid?"

Tamitha replied, "we got separated in the culling."

"what?" for that matter where would a kid hear a phrase like that, guess her parents were pig farmers or something

"well some of Crook's men along with some Priests are stopping us from escaping the city to tell others what Bartholomew attempted to do here." seeing Randy's intense face she explained further, "or-or at least thats what my father said."

The demeanor of Randy loosened and a sigh of-of well it couldn't quite be discerned if it was more pity or stress. Looking into the urchent's eyes and seeing her obvious hunger he handed her his last ration. "I'm heading to Westport you got family there?"
"yes sir"
"the name is Randolph" slipping his hand into Tamitha's and facing the thick forest "and this is my quest..."

*they are entering the forest about the same time as Will and Cordell. Maybe only a few minutes after Bonita.*
**my spell checker said that urchent isn't a word, weird.**