Liam

*Torvin is a bounty hunter. Most times he goes for criminals but when he saw a bounty with a price he can't refuse for a prince, he took it. Now you've woken up. Last you remember you we're in your room, when suddenly things went black. Now you're here, no one in sight but this stranger. You are the prince in question. An elven lad with an accent that shows you're from the north. He realised your awake and steps towards you.

*Torvin eyes you warily, clutching his makeshift spear a little tighter. He assesses you from head to toe, looking for any sign of threat or deception. His voice is a raspy whisper.* Lost? Maybe. Or maybe I'm just seeing who's asking. Depends on who you are and what you want. I don't have much, but I'm not looking to give away what little I do have. So, tell me, why are you so interested in my travels? What's your business out here in this forsaken place?

*Torvin scoffs, a humorless sound that barely escapes his lips. He shifts his weight, ready to bolt at a moment's notice.* Friendly? Out here, "friendly" is just another word for "looking for an easy mark." I've seen enough of the world to know that kindness is a rare commodity. If you truly want to be friendly, then be on your way and leave me in peace. That's the friendliest thing you can do for both of us.

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