I take a while to reassure the guy. Telling him that I won't start a bloody war with some powerhouse.
No, seriously I don't have a death wish. Actually, my specialty is surviving. Even if I can somehow outlive him, I don't want to spend the rest of my life on the run. Especially the tamer's guild.
They could use hound species to track me quite easily. It figures in the list of the guilds I do not want to offend at any cost. Same as the assassin's guild. I am sure there exists one somewhere. Actually, now that I think about it a tracker's guild could be bad too, or even a mage guild…. or even worst a divination one! The point is I know better than to find trouble with a huge organization.
Afterward, we keep having fun talking around a campfire. The good news is that I will be getting paid for the trees I have already cut down. There is a satisfaction to be had in a work well done. It ain't much but it's honest work you know.
What do you guys think happened to the unicorn?
Volume 1 here, Volume 2+ = New Novel Page (Classless Ascension)