(Cay)<br/><br/><br/>The day was long and all Anton wanted was a good rest. He slumped down onto the bed, not even bothering to take off his boots that still had dirt on it. This world has certainly made a strange turn... one would think that people would be more unified than ever, but all it did was divide them. It all came down to those who accepted rule of the new 'royal family' and those who did not. The later were conveniently named heretics. It all looked like Inquisition will take roots once more but this time it was not because of religion or the differences in beliefs... no, it was something far worse. Fear. It rooted deep inside minds of those who jealously defended their power, casting down anathemas upon those who disagreed. They feared those who were said to have 'magic' for they believed that someone, some day will decide to use this 'unimaginable' power to usurp them. Anton didn't believe one word but it didn't matter to him. He is a bounty hunter, that one gray dot in world of black and white that did not care what is right and what is wrong... all he cared is getting his next pay.<br/><br/>His eyes blinked slowly, each time seeing less and less and just before he closed them for good this night, loud banging was heard on the doors.... and his eyes opened wide. Son of a bitch... he cursed to himself and doors banged once more "Hold on, I'm coming..." Anton said, grumbling along the way to the doors and opened them.<br/><br/>"Good to see you too." Man said as doors opened, prompting Anton to let a long growl "Not happy to see me?"<br/>"What do you want, Sedric?" Anton barked, eyes narrowed at his 'friend'.<br/>"Just gonna hand you this. You might be interested."<br/><br/>That was all Sedric managed to say before piece of paper was snatched from his hand and doors closed once again with loud slam. After last time's fiasco, Anton wanted to see a lot less of him... preferably none at all if possible. Breaking the seal, he opened paper and began reading... a bounty, supposed witch, enemy of the land, bunch of unneeded information along with a very accurate drawing of the woman in question. He gazed at the image, trying to remember every possible detail of it. Pay seems good, a lot more than for average brigand that attacks caravans... It is still the matter of her being a 'witch' but then again he is yet to see a witch at work. Most likely she is just another outcast, running away with some information that Prince wants and he branded her a witch for the sake of either someone killing her or bringing her to him alive... but price for being brought alive is always twice higher. There is nothing keeping him here, no other work, no other hunt... might as well get this done. With quickened pace, he walked over to the bed and picked up bag along with black coat. If she is wanted that means others know about her too... no way he is only one with this valuable information. Sooner he finds her, sooner he'll get to collect. A simple task...<br/><br/>That was three days ago.<br/><br/>The forest was thick and he moved among the trees with almost unnatural grace, following the trails that other mercenaries left behind. Sloppy work... former soldiers with little finesse relying only on numbers and strength. Trail of blood and bodies gave him more than enough to understand that this woman is not to be taken lightly. He pulled out his crossbow and resumed running forward, closing in.