He was a little amused by the girl.  She seemed to be acting older than she was.  He just sat next to her o the log.  Staring out into the dark trees around him, wondering what lingered in them, and wonder why his employer had even hired him.  He had never advertised himself as, or pretended to be anything he wasn't.  Yet the way  she had treated him was if he had been impersonating the greatest hunter alive until an hour or so ago, it annoyed him to know ends.  If she wanted a hunter she should have hired one. He watched his frozen breath curl through the air. He pulled his zweihander off his back and pulled out a stone,  he then began to sharpen it.  The long, slow, sharp sound of the stone grinding against the blades edge, honing it to a razor.