She had been a Hood most of her life. Robbing from the rich and giving to the poor. She had kept many orphanages in good standing with her many donations, and she always had a place to stay among them. She was an excellent hunter, and if she had no money to give she would offer bundles of meat from her latest kill. There was always something she could give, though many places she bestowed upon were just happy that she was there. What more did they need than her company?
How many heathens had she fought, only to leave them alive with a goose egg on their head and an empty purse? It had been her way for many years, and she expected to live that way for the rest of her life. But she wasn’t as young as she used to be, and now she was at the crossroads. Should she retire? Here was the opportunity to do just that. She looked over at Runo, admiring every scar scratched upon his face. She pondered over the burns on his left arm and shoulder, wondering how long it had taken him to recover from such a fate. He was just content to be with her. He was sharpening his dagger over an oilstone, sitting next to her on a fallen log outside of the dirty old cabin that was her winter home. This was a man she has fought beside, and had even saved her life once, but did she love him?
She stood up then, her mind still heavy with the decision to be made, and called behind her, “I’m going hunting.”
It was just as well, he thought. They hadn’t spoken in hours. As a matter of fact, very little was said after his proposition to her. He would never love another, and he was sick of being a side kick, always following her around. He wanted to be a partner. Her partner.
He watched her leave, admiring her through her leather armor as she slowly walked away. The leather armor was magically crafted and clung tightly to every curve of her slender body. Her longbow strapped to her back swayed across her buttocks with the motion of her step. What a lovely vision.
He had known Kari most of his career. Sure he had trained in the Royal Army for a couple of years, but it was she who really inspired him to adventure. They had been fighting off one of the many raids of Corr when suddenly she appeared in the woods, sniping down the enemy left and right. She had caught his attention so that he almost took a spear to the shoulder; it was just barely deflected by his armor. After the battle had been won, she entered the castle gates like the hero she was, and spread the word of whom she was and why she was there, at their fort. She was a woman admired, and probably always would be. Especially by him.
He sheathed his dagger, and wrapped the oilstone back into the cheese cloth he used to protect it within his pouch and added it to his travel gear. He walked over to the fire pit which was now nothing more than a heap of ash and dead coals, and added kindling from a small pile to start a fire. She would need something to dry and roast the meat when she returned. And he would be there, waiting for her, like always.