..sat the creature down, in the dark pub, and left it to live his own life.
As he nodded to the bartender, walking now out of the pub and into the streets, he began to think. What had he done? He abandoned a child and left it in a bar, of all places!
He could not be seen carrying a monster.. though. It was for his and the creatures' own good. Its how it had to be.
Slowly he reassured himself, mounting his horse and riding away.
------ 10 Years Later
Bowhan, now a older, wiser old man - roughly in his thirties, strolled through the woods, galloping with his trusty steed. It was a dark night, with downpour up to his horses' calf's, but he continued going. Something that should not be done in such conditions on a horse, but he needed to get back to his home.
As he finally got to his home, he put his horse in his little barn. The house wasn't much bigger, but it was a fine little place for one whom was barely ever at home. He unlocked the door and walked in. He took out the daily paper from under his cloak, which had only got a little wet from the rain and sat down to read it.
Around his house, many trophies from different animals were hung on his walls. His swords were in cases, with the sword he used the most in the biggest case. The sword was long, twice the size of a normal sword and had a long gray streak of iron down the center. Iron, was believed, to be a better core than steel, back then atleast. Thats why only some of the sword was Iron, some steel.
He read about the market, the crops, and the weather. Or, atleast what the seers predicted would be the weather. But most of the time they were wrong anyway. Soon, he heard his horse sneering outside. As he walked to the window, he saw..