By the time he gained some control over the horse and reached the edge of the forest in a slow canter it was early evening. He'd eaten a sandwich he packed into his pocket but forgot the rest of his lunch. Curiously he pondered how she ran away so fast as he trotted into the forest.
      Night fell quickly as he tramped around. His butt was sore from the saddle and the smell wasn't pleasant either. Grumpily he followed the light scent of a fire.
      The smell of beans and steak grew stronger as he eventually spotted a small light in the dark. As he approached he dismounted the horse, tying the horse to a thick branch. Laughter from a boy and girl pierced the air. Stealthily he crawled behind some bushes.
      Around the bonfire a bag of spilled jewelry glittered. On one side the purple topped girl chewed on a bowl of beans with large chunks of meat in it. On the other side the vampiric man wiped some red wine away from his lips.
      "You really got them today. I didn't know you were coming through the window." She waggled her spoon at him.
      "With the streets as busy as they are? What am I suppose to do? Walk through the front door? What did you tell them this time?" he casually sipped at a conventional wine glass.
      "That you killed the mayor's bodyguard in Corinth." She chewed rudely as she spoke, "No one ever questions it anymore."
      "Hmm..." he swirled the wine in the glass, watching it circle into a typhoon, "I don't' even have a real name anymore."
      "Bah, names are overrated!" she shoved him with her foot jokingly.
      He smacked her foot off, unamused.
      "That's easy for you to say. You can walk into town without being hunted down. I have to go through forests and fields just to be safe." He answered.
      Setting her food to the side she rolled to her feet. Comfortably she strolled behind him, slapping her hands on his shoulders and rubbing firmly.
      "Calm down there. I know your name. Kern rhymes with fern." She laughed at him.
      He smirked, shoving her off without comment.
      Remus unzipped his jacket slowly. Sliding the jacket out he checked the name in the dim light. Why would Prism want to mail an important package to some renegade thief? Did he know she was assisting a bandit?
      "You sure you don't want to eat?" the girl disturbed his thoughts.
      "Don't ask me to eat right after I've pointed a gun in someone's face." He groaned. The bandanna slid over the top of his raven hair and floated to the ground.
      "That guy was a moron anyway." She wrapped her fingers around the handle of a tin bucket. As she approached the bush to dump out the extra food Remus tensed. How would he hide? What would he do? If he made any noise she'd spot him.
      Scalding hot beans dripped from his hat down his hair. Clenching his teeth his eyes grew wide as boiling hot beans dribbled down his cheeks and neck.
      Screaming he lunged out of the bush away from where she was pouring the beans. Both campers stared at him as he splatted his hat on the ground, wiping the steamy dinner off his skin.
      "Special Postal Delivery Service!" he slammed the package down by her feet furiously.
      A gray hand slithered a gun out, pointing it at the mailman, "Who the hell are you and why are you following us?"
      "Hey! You're the idiot who talked back to Kern!" the girl dropped what was left of the beans, "He was trying to give me a package earlier!"
      "You said your name was Tiri. Just take the package so I can leave." Remus demanded.
      "What's in the package?" Kern, still sitting by the fire, tilted his head towards the box on the ground.
      "I don't know," Lirit glanced at it before kicking it back to Remus, "Whose it from?"
      "Prism in Fara Fara. It was his death wish that you get this package." Remus replied, sweeping beans and bean juice out of his hair.
      "Never heard of him. What's inside?" Lirit demanded.
      "I'm not allowed to open other people's mail." He folded his arms stubbornly.
      "Tell her what's inside." Kern calmly clicked his gun. Vexed and peeved, Remus knelt by the box and tore open the tape removing a small, hard bound black book.
      "Feh, a book. Too bad the only thing I can read are music notes. Keep your package." She kicked dirt at him.
      "I'm not allowed to leave until the package is delivered." He growled.
      "Too bad for you." she carelessly answered. Grumbling Remus staggered back towards the horse nibbling on the beans from his hair and face.

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