There had been an influx of visitors today, it was nearly double the prior day. Vander had even seen people going into the bounty guild. It was crazy! He felt hope well up inside of him. Closing his eyes he remembered one of his happiest and worse memories.
He was a young elf, and the “great” warriors that had rose up for the first time. It was like a legend, they went out as a group to clear out the forest. Though a good amount of the forest was cleared, the heroes would soon meet a bigger challenge. Three weeks of peace had passed, it was beautiful. There were praises sung of the heroes . The last night of the week of peace erupted into an ear splitting sound as two of the heroes ran into the kingdom, bleeding and disfigured. The nearby people had screamed in the middle of Laythien.
That day marked the end of the peace. One of the two heroes had survived. They described what they saw, a larger creature, at first they thought it was a dragon, but its features were different. The survivor stated that most of the heroes fell to that thing and the remaining two ran. The larger creature seemed to command the smaller ones. They felt toyed with.
That knowledge spread through the continent like wildfire. There was word that Grasmere was suffering the most. Every week or so there would be a wave that would force their way into the town. It has been this way for what seemed like forever.
Vander snapped back and sighed. “Alyndra, do you remember the day the heroes fell?”
Alyndra glanced over “Of course I do”
“Do you think we have a chance?”
She sighed, “Well we already have more bounty hunter interest than the last couple years or so. So maybe” she paused and looked over him “You aren’t thinking of trying again are you?”
Vander crossed his arms “I wish I could, but I remember my last time, I wouldn’t be any good to them.”
Moving her hand, she pat his back. “Protecting the town is better than nothing.”
“If you say so, but we need heroes, or we all will perish.”