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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 0:42:28 GMT -5
Olander shook his head, gaze never leaving the eldest Burley. "I fear I must disappoint you; I'm after a far meatier meal than that." "Oh Lord, and what be that? Bullfrog? Toad? Salamander?" Burly said, grinning. "Nay, for our Ser Olander of the Neck hunts human prey.. isn't that right?" Burly drew a finger across her throat and laughed. |
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Post by Ollie on May 12, 2008 0:48:45 GMT -5
Olander closed his eyes as he sipped from a flask at his belt. "It's man I hunt, true enough, though not necessarily prey," he said in a calm voice.
"Hunters are far more useful," he said, lids flickering open.
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 0:50:37 GMT -5
"Well, if you find him, let us know, perhaps we'll sup with you Olander, if we like the taste of the fare on your table."
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Post by Ollie on May 12, 2008 0:53:56 GMT -5
"And what sort of foodstuffs do the Burley men find most appetizing? I mean to set an inviting meal for all those who dine at my table."
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 0:58:09 GMT -5
"Rich wines, and thick, bloody meat, and warm bread." said Bastard Sword Burley.
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Post by Ollie on May 12, 2008 1:02:58 GMT -5
"I've wines richer than any man drank before, and bread enough, golden and hot," he said, considering the commonplace fare laid before them.
"But what of your meat?" he said, the light and conversational tone of his words gone. "I like mine bloody as well, but what beast is it the men of Burley like to eat?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 1:05:43 GMT -5
"I find you can eat the meat of any animal, if you are hungry enough milord." Said Axe Burley.
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Post by Ollie on May 12, 2008 1:12:30 GMT -5
"I find the best meals come from a certain type of prey; the young, the weak, the ones unfit to stalk the wilds. The flavor might not taste as savory as others, but the knowledge that you leave the land filled with stronger beasts is most satisfying," he said, the geniality and mildness returning to his tone.
Olander tore off a heal of black bread. "Couldn't you agree?"
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 1:14:18 GMT -5
"Depends. It is a sin to hunt a species till there are no more, don't you think? To kill the last of anything must be something which makes the old gods weep. But if there is a healthier one of its kind to take its place, than this is no crime."
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Post by Ollie on May 12, 2008 1:22:46 GMT -5
"Did you know, there are those in the Neck who after hunting a lizard-lion find their spawn left behind? Spotted eggs, no bigger than your first, that grow into great and mighty beasts. Some hunters will take these eggs with them. Not to eat, no, but to nurture. The eggs are kept moist, warm, and when the time comes, the infant lizard-lions are tended for until healthy enough to survive the swamp on their own. Interesting, I find it."
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 1:24:37 GMT -5
"A wise policy. Had we done the same with the Direwolves, they might still roam the North, but instead they exist very rarely, as kept animals, without freedom. If I see one, I shall certainly save it offspring to be raised I think."
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Post by Ollie on May 12, 2008 1:28:11 GMT -5
"It would be a wise thing, and merciful too. But every creature has the will of the beast inside it. If a man were to take one in, it would take the help of many men to keep it, and rear it to be a powerful thing."
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 1:29:11 GMT -5
"That's so. Well if you ever find yourself a little predator worth raising, I'd be inclined to have a look at him."
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Post by Ollie on May 12, 2008 1:32:54 GMT -5
Olander eyed the Burley, and nodded.
"And where do you and your blood hail from? Burley is not a name I've heard elsewhere."
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Post by The Stranger on May 12, 2008 1:34:36 GMT -5
"From the Mountains at the source of the White Knife River." said Burley Flail and Sickle.
"Tis North and East of here, The Lonely Hills, they're called."
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Hope you all are well and happy.