Into Gulliver

The half-elf dropped into a crouch as her gaze stayed on the rabbit ahead. She kissed her dagger soundlessly. A flick of her wrist saw the rabbit tumble into the wet grass, the dagger lodged deeply into its side. It tried to get back up but it was winded and Vel was faster. She moved, pulled out her blade and slashed against its throat.
 
"I guess it'll be rabbit stew tonight."
 
A few expert cuts and Vel was away, taking the legs and liver leaving the rest to the local scavengers. She made her way back to her makeshift camp and wasted no time cooking her kill. She spent that time trying to think of a way ahead. She'd left Qortac with what gear and coin she had on her. With no plan in mind other than 'getting out', she'd just about managed to pass a message on to Nanya then she'd just run. She'd managed to hitch a ride on the river all the way to Ornonalore. From there, she'd loaned her skills to a merchant and travelled with him and his cargo to Yazhirno. She'd continue to travel this way, putting more and more space between her and her homeland while trying to lay low. She still had no idea what the hit had been about. All she knew was that those guys had been serious.
 
She'd crossed into Tergor about a week ago. Knowing this was a human kingdom, she'd stayed off the roads and lived off the lands as much she could. She'd relaxed at first, thinking she'd be relatively safe. Then she'd realise just in how much trouble she was. She was a city lass. Even as a streetwise kid, she'd never had to kill and prepare her own food. Without a bow, hunting was just as much a game of chance as it was one of skill.
 
Velatha shook herself out of her thoughts and finished cooking her meal. As night started to fall, she settled down with her rabbit stew and ate. She did not linger, knowing the smell would likely invite an opportunistic predator to investigate. Instead, she set her sights on the village below. She'd quite honestly just stumble upon it. It now seemed a destination like another.