Blood Light/Fennel/0001

"Alright Len! Take em' out"

You watch as Len charges straight at the highwayman, violently swinging the stick in the air.

Len is 25 years old. He can take care of himself at most times but at other times he still acts like a kid, playing a fool of whatever's around him and mocking his elders, whichever elder he comes across. He is also a very brave person, one who puts others before him in times of need, pretty much the situation he is in right now. But the thing is, he hasn't been the best fighter among all the other skillful adventurers who come across our town everyday. He lacks swordsmanship which is why not all the farmers count on him. Yet he grins at every sign of danger, and fights until his appetite for supper is no longer.

Fortunately today, Len managed to overpower the highwayman. His 'stickplay' as he calls it actually turned out pretty well this time.

"Ah. My stick has done it again. Where'd I find this thing anyway?"

"On the ground Len, a few seconds ago"

As always, Len was a clueless one indeed. But his intellectual skills make up for his blur attitude.

"So F'nel, learn anything so far?"

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"Well yes I have. Anything can be used as a weapon"

"Indeed. In fact, you should learn to use a proper weapon next time"

"Yeah. Don't mess with Len"