Robert
*...The parchment mentioned this place, right? Roewen was not one to back down from a challenge, but navigating this place was a challenge in and of itself. Seriously, every single tree looked absolutely the same... And it was kind of foggy. Roewen learned something new today: the Lost Woods are called 'the Lost Woods' for a reason.*

*...If only he had a map... And basic reading comprehension...*

*Self-made dagger in hand, the little blue bokoblin wandered the woods in search of the voice from the parchment. He began sniffing around, trying to find the scent of another monster... That voice spoke the same tongue, right?*
Charles
Barom was deep in the woods, but he wasn't exactly hiding. He had made his camp in a small clearing after a fruitful day of hunting. A smoking fire had been built up, along with some crude racks over it in the smoke. These were filled with cuts of salted elk meat and chains of sausage. Nearby, Barom was busy applying a mixture of herbs, minerals, and oil to a stretched elk hide to tan it. His spear was within arm's reach, along with a bundle of javelins and his other belongings. A bit further was a pile of discarded elk bones, though Barom kept a few of them for a couple projects he had in mind.

Not too far away was the curious parchment he had stumbled upon. For now, it was rolled up, as he didn't have much interest in talking to strangers at the moment. Instead, he just focused on the task at hand, planning on making himself a cloak out of the hide. As he worked, he idly wondered if any of the people he had spoke to would actually show up. Barom personally doubted it, but he wouldn't mind some company.
Robert
*The distant smells of smoke and meat drew the bokoblin closer... Rustling through the grass, he finally came across Barom's quaint little camp. He got a view of the fire, the meat, the moblin himself... And an all-too-familiar parchment.*

*Speaking of strangers and company, Roewen invited himself in. He was much shorter than he claimed to be... And certainly less muscular. He stood next to the fire and snorted loudly to announce his presence.*


"So, are you one of the voices in the magic paper...? If so, I've come to take you up on your offer..."

*Roewen spun his dagger. Flourishflourishflourish.*

"Y'know, the one about challenging you to a fight?!"
Charles
Barom looked up as the scent of bokoblin came over the air, and the sound of leaves rustling reached his ears. Sure enough, he saw Roewen emerging from the trees and shrubs and boldly entering his camp. Barom figured he was exaggerating about his size, but despite that, the bokoblin strode into his camp as bold as daylight and identified himself as the one he spoke to on the parchment.

"Heh heh heh, yer bold, I'll give ya tha," Barom said with a chuckle, standing up and capping his vials of various tanning agents. Setting them aside, he instead grabbed his spear. Being the big moblin he was, he easily towered over the smaller Roewin. "Aye, I remember. I'm a little surprised ya decided t' take me up on tha'. I'll let ya back down if ya want." Barom took a few steps away from his work. He wouldn't want the new hide to be damaged by the fighting after all.
Robert
"Back down? *Hah!* I'll never back down... Especially from a *Defector* Like you. Try me, and I shall claim victory over you in the name of Lord Ganon!"

*...These words were not very menacing coming from a little bokoblin like Roewen, wielding an equally little weapon... But it seemed he had a significant amount of fight in him. He was almost like an angry little chihuahua. The angry little chihuahua in question boldly pointed his dagger up at his much taller opponent, while enterin a fighting stance.*

"Have at thee!"
Charles
"Heh, ya really are serious, aren't ya? If nothin' else, I respect yer guts. Lets see if ya got the skill t' back it up!" Barom said, grinning at the little bokoblin. Personally, he'd just as soon not skewer the little bokoblin, even if he professed loyalty to Ganon. If nothing else, Barom felt his courage earned him the right to live. But he wasn't going to make it easy for Roewin either. 

Barom entered a fighting stance himself, holding his spear at the ready. Watching the bokoblin and his daggers closely, he swung his spear at Roewin in a wide horizontal arc, seeking to bash him with the shaft. "But let's get one thing straight. I ain't no defector or traitor. Tha' implies I was ever on Ganon's side in the first place."
Robert
*Seeing the spear come towards him, the bokoblin leapt backwards, rolled a small distance away, then got right back onto his feet.*

*Roewen was terribly outranged, but he was fast. Very much so, for a bokoblin. One could compare his speed to that of a lizalfos'. With that, the bokoblin quickly closed the distance, dashing forward at the end of the moblin's swing, before attempting an attack of his own. Roewen swung his weapon at Barom's left leg, hoping to possibly throw him off balance.*

"I respect 'yer' guts too, towering one!!"
Charles
Barom was keeping an eye on the Bokoblin, but he didn't expect one to be that bloody quick on his feet. He dodged back out of reach of the spear swing, then just as quickly darted in close. Too close for Barom to use the spear to his annoyance. Even as Barom backpedaled, there was a glint of the knife, a flash of pain, and a line had been cut in the side of Barom's trousers. The moblin's hide was thick and blunted the strike, but a little blood still started oozing out. It wasn't a bad cut, but first blood still went to Roewen.

Barom, meanwhile, was trying to get a little more distance so he could use the spear effectively. He lashed out with a vicious kick, trying to boot the bokoblin further away from himself. Still, despite the cut, Barom was grinning. This fight wasn't going to be as easy or boring as he thought.
Robert
*Roewen saw this kick coming– of course, getting as close as he did was sort of asking for it... But that didn't stop it from connecting. The bokoblin wheezed as his opponent's foot connected with his body, sending him flying backwards. Roewen used the momentum from this kick to tumble out of the spear's effective melee range and switch to a more defensive stance. He flipped his dagger upright, and took a glance at his surroundings...*

*He landed near the pile of elk bones. Roewen got up, grabbed one, and hurled it at the moblin's face, hoping to distract him or throw him off.*

*All the while, Roewen was grinning too. He loved a good fight, no matter how much taller his opponent was than him.*
Charles
Barom felt the kick connect, but was pleased to see the bokoblin wasn't down yet. Instead, his opponent got up, and started hurling the bones at him. They were annoying, and largely bounced off of his hide, but they did compel Barom to hold up a hand to shield his face from them. Wouldn't do to get a rib in his eye after all. Lowering his head, he charged forward for the Bokoblin, seeking to close the distance and bring his spear back into play. As he charged, he swung the spear shaft again, yet the strike wasn't as accurate as he would have liked, as the bones kept bouncing off of his head and forcing Barom to protect his vision.
Robert
*Oof. That kick hurt... As resilient as Roewen was, what with being a blue bokoblin and all, it still hurt like hell. Moblins are known for their strength, and this was made especially apparent now. Still, Roewen toughed it out and kept fighting.*

*Aside from that, everything was going as planned... The bokoblin prepared for the moblin's next swing, which was made inaccurate by the amount of bones pelting his face. A perfect opening! Roewen took this opportunity to duck underneath the swing and past Barom's arm, positioning himself behind his opponent.*

*Roewen weighed his options. He could slash at the moblin's back, but then he'd be open to another kick; he probably couldn't take another kick and stay standing. Perhaps he could latch onto the moblin like an angry little squirrel climbing a tall muscular tree, but he also risked getting shaken off.*

*For now, Roewen started running circles around Barom. The bokoblin swiftly and carefully weaved his way around the moblin's legs, making himself hard to keep track of, and even harder to hit... And Roewen was fast. Remarkably so. That was his greatest quality.*
Charles
It was quickly becoming annoyingly clear that this fight wasn't one that Barom could simply outmuscle. Despite being larger and stronger than the bokoblin, that meant little if he was too slow to actually land a hit. And now Roewen was literally running circles around him. Barom swung his spear at him a couple times, but it simply passed through the empty air where Roewen had been. 

He needed to change things up a bit. Since Roewen was quick to use his camp against him by throwing the bones, Barom figured he could do the same. He leaped back, landing near the large fire where he had been smoking the elk meat. He hoped that putting his back to the fire would keep the Bokoblin from running around him. 

Glad he had sturdy boots, Barom spun and kicked at the fire itself. A large chunk of ash, embers, sparks, and a burning hunk of fragmenting wood were launched in Roewin's general direction. He hoped to distract his opponent with the fire and embers, at least long enough to get a hit in.
Robert
*A piece of flaming wood landed in Roewen's bandana, and the fire quickly consumed it. He had to remove the burning accessory from himself before it spread to the rest of his very flammable body. Squealing a bit from the pain, the bokoblin cut the bandana off of his neck with his dagger, and tossed the burning mass back at the moblin.*

*Some embers got on his arm wraps too. His attention shifted to his arms, instead of the fight at hand. Roewen flailed and shook and jumped around rapidly, trying to put the fire on his arms out. Barom's distraction had worked.*
Charles
The large moblin was quick to seize his opportunity. His boots pounding on the grassy clearing soil, he barreled forward for the bokoblin. As he ran, he reached out to snatch the burning bandana from the air. The fire stung his hand, but his tough moblin hide resisted the flames as they were promptly smothered.

Rather than using his spear again, Barom instead reached out to seize Roewen in a grapple. He thought if he could grab onto his smaller, faster opponent, he could keep him from using his speed to his advantage. That, and Barom did want to put out the flames he had caused. After the fight was all said and done, Barom figured he owed a healing balm or two if there were any burns, and probably a new bandana.
Heidi
*Roewen was caught a bit off guard this time. He lost his footing, but did not hit the ground. Instead, he found himself being lifted off of it... And a burning sensation! The smaller monster squealed like a piglet as he wriggled and struggled to break free from the moblin's grasp.*

*Barom was strong, but Roewen was dextrous. He managed to free one arm; his dominant one, that held his dagger. He fumbled for it, and attempted to jab at the monster's arm.*

*Now, if this were a real fight, he'd go for the wrists. However, Roewen did not intend to kill a fellow monster.*
Charles
Barom grinned as he snagged Roewen in a mean bear hug. The big moblin knew he had the advantage, yet Roewen wasn't going to give up easily it seemed. It was tricky holding onto his wriggling form, and the bokoblin managed to get a hand free with a knife. Barom felt a sharp stab in one of his arms. 

Now, had this been a serious fight, Barom could easily fold the bokoblin in two. But at the same time, Roewen could have as easily gone for the neck with the knife. At best, Barom could get a phyrric victory, and in all probablility bleed out soon after. After a moment, the moblin just let go, dropping Roewen to the ground. "Yeah, I'm callin' this one a tie," Barom said, "Yer dang fast, ya know that?"

Picking up his spear again, he used the head to nudge the burning wood back into order. He also stomped out the few stray flames caused by his improvised attack with the fire. It wouldn't do to start a forest fire after all. "Sorry 'bout th' bandana. Could make ya a new one if ya wants. I gots some spare leather I could use fer it." Barom offered.
Robert
*The bokoblin fell to the ground with a small thud and an accompanying grunt. Groaning, he sat up and dusted himself off.*

"Grroooaaah... Yeah-... A tie."

*The bokoblin shook himself off like a dog. His big goofy ears flopped around as he did, with the earrings on them jingling like little bells. His body was a little bruised and burnt, but he took it like a champ.*

*He looked up at Barom, with much newfound respect.*

"You're a pretty damn good fighter too, y'know... Impressive stuff. This was interestin'."

*The bokoblin stood back up, winced, and clutched his side. Moblins kick pretty damn hard, huh...*

"...Yeah, ya owe me a new bandana."
Charles
"Thanks. An' I'm serious 'bout th' tie too. Ya coulda got me good with th' dagger in th' grapple. Coulda taken a shot at my neck." Barom said, sitting down by his fire and rummaging around in his belongings for a bit. Eventually, he pulled out a simple looking clay jar. When he opened it up, the aroma of a mixed healing herb balm could be smelled. Using a couple of fingers, he spread some of the balm over his cuts. "'ere. Spread some of this on yer burns an' wherever it 'urts. It'll 'elp them 'eal better. It's a recipe Old Giromha taught me." Barom offered, holding the jar out to Roewen.

While Roewen tended to his wounds, Barom got to work. Grabbing some leatherworking tools, he started cutting out a square of the material from a lighter leather. "Listen, I like ya, ya gots guts an' yer good in a scrap. Ya sure ya want t' keep followin' Ganon?" Barom asked. "Ya could go far on yer own."
Robert
*He accepted this healing balm, sorta getting it all over his hands and stuff. Kinda messy, but whatever... But as he was applying it, he stopped in his tracks. Roewen looked up at Barom as if he'd just said the most insane thing ever said.*

"...What? I'unno if I heard'ja right, but you said somethin' about turning my back on Ganon? Ganon's given me the gift of eternal life and power, and you expect me to turn my back on him... And so easily too. It wouldn't work, I'm just a bokoblin, not much more than a pest or a nuisance to these people..."

*...But Barom could still see in Roewen's eyes, that he was indeed giving that suggestion some thought and consideration.*

"B'sides... Workin' under Ganon's all I've ever known..."
Charles
"Yeah, I get tha'. 'ard t' find anyone willin' t' give people like us a shot," Barom said, nodding as Roewen spoke. Having gotten a good cut of the light leather, he started using the tools to finish it up, binding the edges and making a few decorations on it. "But maybe if... When I gets my tribe together again, ya could join us. I know it's a big ask, but we're nothin' t' th' likes of Ganon. Jus' disposable fodder t' throw at th' cities' walls. I don' remember much of my time enthralled, but I remember jus' bein' thrown into battle after battle. Died a few times too."

"Ya don' gotta decide right away. I know it's a lot. An' it ain' easy either, ain' gonna lie." Barom said. "But jus' think it over. There's other ways out there. An' from wha' I've seen on tha' funny talkin' parchment, there's folks out there tha' will give people like us a chance, despite everythin'."
Robert
*The idea of true independence was a tantalizing one... Roewen had thought about it a few times, but was always too afraid to try. After all, he'd never known anything else besides working under Ganon. What would happen if he suddenly chose not to? Would he be labelled a deserter? Would his allies turn against him? Would he be alone in this world?*

*...It seemed like Barom was doing just fine. Maybe because he's strong; moblins tend to be a lot stronger independently. Bokoblins tend to rely heavily on strength in numbers because they're weak on their own. But today, Roewen had proven his ability to keep up in combat, even with someone like Barom... Perhaps... Perhaps maybe the thought of independence from Ganon wasn't as far-fetched as he has initially believed...*

*Now, he could sit here and theorize about it all day, or he could just jump right into it and see how it goes. Gives him something to think over for tonight.*

*The bokoblin took a seat, taking a moment to rest by the fire. He had nothing else to say, but he'd occasionally look up at Barom every now and then.*
Charles
Roewen wasn't saying much, but for now that was good enough for Barom. The bokoblin was actually thinking it over, instead of rejecting it outright. Barom figured he said what he could, and trying to convince Roewen further would just irritate him. He just let Roewen think, while he worked on the new bandana. 

Eventually, Barom finished it up. It was a simple affair, but made of rugged leather meant it would survive the rigors of travel better than cloth. Not to mention, it would be more resistant to fire. Barom did add a geometric pattern around the border, a simple design of strong lines and sharp angles. "Here," He said, tossing it to Roewen. "Jus' a quick work, but it gets th' job done."

"Also, would ya do me a favor? If ya see any moblins like me around, lemme know." Barom asked. "Most moblins here are th' lanky tall type, with tha' huge horn. So odds are, any boar moblins are from my tribe. I'm tryin' to find 'em, and gather 'em up again after we all gots scattered."