Fair.

“Geez Zee, you have literally been banned from every bar in Norren.”

“That’s some feat.”

Zephyr walked north along the path from Norren, he didn’t know of any towns nearby, but this is where his bracelet pulled. Unfortunately though, by his count he was still due a couple of bottles of booze. He crossed his fingers in the hopes of getting some before he faced the next warrior.

“He never speaks does he?”

“Not really, he’s the silent type, I guess its because of his burden”

Zephyr’s followers chatted amongst themselves a few seconds walk behind him. Zephyr liked his room. It was cold and getting dark, he lit up a fresh cigarette and took a drag.

“You know who you remind me of Zeph?” Deborah asked, walking alongside him.

Zephyr exhaled, “Aren’t you cold dressed like that?”

Deborah gave him a look, “Of course, you’re a part of me, your only as cold as me?”

“Actually I’m only as cold as you think I am, but you are dodging the question.”

“What question.”

“Who it is you remind me of.”

“…and who is that then?”

“All those bandit leaders you massacred.”

“Massacred is a strong word. Besides, how am I like them?”

“first of all massacred is exactly the word, you never gave any of them a chance to survive, on the off chance that one of them was the one who killed your parents you wanted them to suffer equally.” Deborah put her arm over Zephyr’s shoulder “Don’t go playing down how strong, how wild you were, you are like a force of nature, I don’t want you to turn into a pussy like some of these fighters do.”

Zephyr shrugged off her arm “So how exactly am I like them?”

“The big crowd of adoring followers behind you, adoring you and your strength at every opportunity.”

“I never asked them to follow me like that.”

“Oh its not a bed thing Zephie dear, I think its pretty cool, you are a natural leader.”

Zephyr focussed on the path ahead.

“When you have killed this warrior, you should head back the other way, go take back Zee industries from your cousin.”

“I don’t want it.”

“but you want all the warriors dead, and if you took his position, we wouldn’t have to go on these long walks would we? A helicopter would make a nice change.”

Zephyr looked at her “And just who would fly this helicopter.”

Deborah was thrown off, and zephyr saw it “You’re clearly not from a particularly smart part of my head, why should I listen to you?”

Deborah looked at Zephyr almost in pity. “Because I’m the only one who ever helped you silly.” She ruffled his hair “I got you out of that funk after your house was painted with dear mom and dad and gave you a purpose. You might not see it yet but even now I’m trying to help you here.”

Zephyr threw his cigarette into the snow piled alongside the path, he saw a light further down. It looked like he might get those two bottles after all.