“Wasn’t that speech bloody awesome?” Isle asked as she was walking with Helmer through the streets.

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” Helmer replied, he hadn’t paid attention to the Packslayer, he was busy figuring out how to win over Isle.

“So, Helmer, you know the Packslayer?” Isle asked.

“Yeah,” he said, remembering his earlier lie. “I do.”

“That’s so cool!” She walked over to a sign posted on the side of a building, “Helmer, have a butcher’s hook* at this.”

Helmer walked up to the sign and started reading,

He sighed. How were his parents supposed to fill it out for him, when he had no parents. He heard footsteps behind him. He grabbed his dagger and shoved Isle behind him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you son.”

*British slang for look at