Little good deeds my friend. Humility always comes with the knowledge that you life can end at any time while ridding the lands of the bandits that prey on good merchants or people just traveling from one place to another. Any way you look at it, it is a necessary task that one who has the ability to do should do for the good of all. Now lets have a ale.
Looking about the tavern and hardly seeing anyone inside Noukril takes a seat and orders a ale. He thinks about all he has seen and done in the past few months. "I always seem to have fun no matter what I am doing. Even on patrol while feeling that it may be my last one."
"I'm impressed by your accomplishments… " says a woman from across the room. She raises her mug of ale in gratitude at the warrior then takes a long couplebof gulps. Bring her mug down she sighs loudly she letting out an "ahh… that was refreshing."
Hunter returns just in time to see the lady praising the sturdy gent. He tries to pull the attention away and shift it to himself with a rather dray opener, "Well, I'm back again… I hope none of you missed me." He hails the nearby wench in hopes for a drink as he continues, "I have been through some tough times but I have reached the level that makes me an opponent to be reckoned with and that's a good thing."
Perplexed by what the man says she asks, "you lost your life before? How is that possible and you are here with us today?" Thinking the explanation that is about to be given might prove to be good entertainment she calls for another mug of ale.
All I know is I thought I was a goner but then woke up in town. I do not know how I got there but I think I was at deaths very door and some of those on patrol with me carried my body to the healers and the healer brought me back from deaths doorway. If I had truly died I would not be here but I felt as if I had at times.