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Far in the past, before the story of a knight's breaking of the tides was written into a novel, the deafening sounds of cannon fire and reverberating bowstrings could often be heard in the breeze blowing through the forests.

In those days, the masses firmly believed they were trapped in darkness. They cast the weight of life and death upon the earth, spilling blood as the price of both survival and remonstrance.

Now, as the late autumn sun beams gently down on the open plains, a farmer strikes his hammer rhythmically to repair his roof before the oncoming rainstorm.

In a graveyard at the foot of the mountain, a small group of men swing their iron tools, shoveling away dirt by the scoopful. As a chorus of sobs ring out in the background, they bury their withered crops into the earth.

November 27th, 3:20 P.M.

Countryside, Southern Kazimierz

So, you're wandering the land all by yourself now, sir?

No servants, no followers, not even a sword or armor... though it doesn't seem there's anybody looking to make an enemy of you.

I still remember how a lot of folks back in the day said you were antagonizing the most prestigious families in the country, and that you'd find yourself in trouble sooner or later.

Didn't those very same people accept emergency supplies that could get themselves in trouble?

I've long since left the arena where those with influence scheme against one other. No longer am I worthy of their precious attention.

Right, right... I suppose you wouldn't be surprised.

Just like when I fled to these foreign lands all those years ago. I thought the king would be after me with his Arts forever...

But as you can see, this old schoolteacher has lived peacefully for some twenty odd years in a small hut that can't so much as withstand the rain.

You say you're from Leithanien... The Witch King's spire is long fallen. Why stay?

I've been in hiding for too long now. I no longer have any desire to go back.

It took a long time for the news to reach this remote village, and by then I'd already found myself accustomed to tending to the farms, and only having to worry about keeping myself fed.

Besides, I cut off my antlers to disguise myself. I've gotten used to living like a Kuranta. Say my family's still alive in Leithanien, would they even recognize me?

But you consider yourself a Leithanian nonetheless.

I'm just a poor fellow who can't put his old life behind him, sir.

The zealot in me passed away long ago, and a man who's lived in hiding for so long doesn't much care about who he really is.

I suppose you're here to revisit the place? I have little to give, but if you'd accept a hot cup of tea, it would be my pleasure.

No need.

Very well, sir... It's only that I still remember your kindness, all those years ago. Old as I may now be.

When everyone else was exchanging pleasantries in their Kazimierzian dialects, you saw through my ruse. Yet instead of exposing me, you allowed me to remain in the caravan of refugees.

Seems you don't remember...

You don't remember a thing I just said, but you weren't the least bit surprised when I recognized you... You must have rescued so many others like me.

...It was too long ago.

Are you writing a notice?

You mean this here? Yes, it's a safety notice.

A knight came to our village just yesterday. Supposedly, a group of bandits have moved into the area. There's even been attacks in Dzwonek.

But anyone with half a brain knows that even if there were bandits, no one would go out of their way to protect a small village like ours, so far from the nomadic cities' paths.

Which is why the campaign knights' solemn reminder left me very frightened.

Sir, even if no one wants to do you harm right this moment, I suggest bringing a weapon with you.

...That's what the campaign knights told you?

So you haven't heard?

Come to think of it, though, it <i>is</i> strange. These past few years, the knights have started to worry about the lives and deaths of us commoners.

Take the few families that moved into the village two years ago. The knights rescued them when a Catastrophe struck the next town over.

...That's not what I find strange. It's what he should have done in the first place.

Well, you certainly gave us a fright, Czcibor.

If you hadn't take your helmet off in time, the villagers might just have drawn their bows at you.

If, heaven forbid, an esteemed campaign knight such as yourself were to get hurt... Hm... my rap sheet may be long enough as it is, but the bounty on my head still has room to grow.

'Villagers'? Haha...

Good thing you remember my face.

Er... At least most of you do?

There aren't many of your old pals among the living. Plenty of new blood, though.

Now, now, that's no reason for a long face for the likes of us. So how can I help? For you to come to such a small, backwater village on patrol, I suppose it can't be because you're bored at work?

After all, I hear this area hasn't been very peaceful of late, and the campaign knights have been busy maintain order outside the cities.

—I even heard that a couple of our folks are being investigated by you.

That's exactly why I came, Toland.

If you're the leader of the bounty hunters here, that makes this simpler.

I'm sure you know, but I have rules to follow first.

Ah, so you're not <i>only</i> following the rules? That's rare. Should we have a more private chat, then?

The last time we met, old 'Miner' wanted to see you. Too bad. We were in a hurry to evacuate, and you were in a hurry to follow your rules and head back for debriefing... He ended up dying on his sickbed two years ago.

Take a look down there... You can see the industrial district on the other side of the river valley. You couldn't have picked a better spot for your stronghold.

Oh, looks like a big corporation. What about it?

That used to be the Paleniskos estate.

Feeling nostalgic?

A little.

But I digress... I don't know how hostile you hunters are toward me, but I'd prefer not to make things too difficult for you.

No need to worry. Most of the folks here aren't our old buddies, but at the very least they aren't so rash that they'd attack a fully armored campaign knight captain.

No, that's not what I'm worried about... Wait, did I ever tell you about my promotion?

Why so surprised? I'll give you that you campaign knights can be awfully cloak and dagger with your info, but you've been their leader for years now. Can we really be called hunters if we can't get our hands on even that much intel?

Say, for example, about the 'black lance who pierces the starry sky' and 'the knight who charges toward Catastrophes.'

Fine, fine. There's nothing I can do about your 'intel.' Besides, it's hardly honorable to hunt down whoever betrayed us.

You already know my combat prowess is nothing to write home about, and the few achievements I have to my name are barely worth mentioning.

And I knew you'd say that too.

*Sigh*... What do I do with you...

So, the recent attacks. Did you really catch wind of something, or did the higher-ups only send you here for show?

It's not often that a campaign knight gets transferred to the boondocks for something that happened in the cities.

...Maybe it's a little of both.

But I'll promise you this, Toland: your hunters will be released safe and sound. They were taken into custody by patrolling campaign knights. There should never have been a misunderstanding like this between the two of us.

Of course. You aren't one to wrongfully accuse the innocent.

I can't say we're the <i>most</i> upstanding men you'll find anywhere, but we really have nothing to do with this.

You'll have to wait a little longer, though. I can only let them go after the investigations are over.

Then I trust they won't take too long.

...You could've just written that in a letter, you know.

But you went through the trouble of meeting us face-to-face. You have something else to say, don't you?

Your hunter... the one-eyed Zalak. He explained what you guys are here for.

Mm-hmm, and I'm guessing he didn't have the guts to lie to you.

He said you got a distress message from some villagers.

We may only call ourselves an NGO as a way to gather intel, but if someone wants our help, and can afford it, we're more than happy to step up.

And that's the honest truth. We're here to help. Our methods might not be what you call noble, though.

I know you're doing the right thing... That's why I feel so guilty.

Listen, Toland... I want you guys to at least postpone your operation. Don't get yourselves involved in this investigation.

And you should stay away from any of the companies that took on the Dzwonek city renovation project, too.

...Sounds like you've got something big on your plate. Is someone trying to get rid of dissidents through you folks?

Hah, anyway, thanks for the advice.

Seeing as you went out of your way to warn me, I'll play along.

Um, you wouldn't mind if I went ahead and gave my men a heads up first, would you? Otherwise, they might just go kidnap some poor sod.

...Alright, now let's talk about that sword you're carrying on your waist.

Considering how our old knight friend has never changed weapons all these years, there's no mistake.

You met Młynar, haven't you?

...It's nothing strange if you haven't heard about the recent chaos here, sir. You came here via the barrenlands, so you most likely haven't been to Dzwonek yet.

If you haven't come across any Messengers to buy a newspaper from, you wouldn't have heard the latest news.

Mr. Sommer, so that's where you were.

I've put the notice up.

Ah, Eva. Good work.

Don't mention it. It's not often I get to help you out!

—So, if I may ask... who's this gentleman you're talking to?