"Maybe. Are you sure these won't make me dead?" You ask him as you hold out your hand still full of berries.

"Yeah, those won't hurt you." There's an emphasis on you that doesn't escape your notice and you raise an eyebrow. "Niether will beer, drugs, arrows, knives... At least not permanently. And have you seen a troll or not?" You pop the berries in your mouth, wanting more clarification on the permanently bit, but nod instead.

"I've seen two and both were ugly and green with blue hair. I didn't stop to measure tusk sizes." The man before you waits and you go to describe them. "I saw one just a few moments ago in clearing back there. He was about this tall." You motion with you hands to indicate a height more than yourself. "He was dressed simply, wearing trousers and a tunic, ssoft leather boots. He had a staff, like the one I saw the day before, but his wasn't as intricately carved. He also had different colored feathers hanging from his ears."

"And the other?" You pause to pick more berries.

"he was traveling with a group of, um, skilled individuals." It still sounds crazy and you take a deep breath before explaining. "there as a woman dressed like a paladin with an angry scar across her face. He rode on a horse next to her. He looked a lot like the other troll but was wearing leather armor at the time. The feathers in his earring were longer, and more subtle. The staff he carried was heavily carved. There was a wagon following him and the paladin lady with a some cloaked individual and a dwarf. They were heading down the road and may be miles from her by now." Of course, you have no idea where "here" is but it's probably some distance from wherever they are. The man nods.

"good eye. You any good with a sword?" He tosses you a stick from the ground and finds another for himself. It's an odd question but you dump the fruit from you hand and take position with the improvised weapon. You hold defensive well for his first few attacks before making a few attempts at landing a hit. What stated off as casual quickly becouse a full fledged sword fight like ones you did years ago in class. And people joked those lessons were pointless. You manage to land a hit before you both collapse from exhaustion.

"nice," he mangaes between breathes. "The name is Hank." Dropping the stick, he offers his hand. "I'm a bounty hunter and you're very lost. I can help you if you're willing to help me."

"Help you with what?"

"Collecting bounties." The answer is rather obvious. You shrug then nod. "You are aware bounties are often dead or alive and dead is usally easier. Can you handle that?"

Yes.

No.