A hunting we will go.

[Dylan McNeil]

"What did you expect me to do? Walk up to some stranger with a sword, all waves and smiles?" Dylan replied with a sarcastic shrug. "You're living in some wonderland then, kid." But at least they're finally getting somewhere.

"What makes this place different?" Dylan then started explaining. "Let's put it this way...Yes, hunting is allowed, but only in certain specified areas." He then paused to think about something and then continued. "You're not from around here, are you? Because if you are, you'd know that this forest is not one of those specified areas."

He then sighed and answered, "As for identification, for your information, it's any document stating who and what you are, where you're from, you know, basic personal info...Got something like a name tag or an address tagged somewhere on your clothes, you know, just in case you got lost?"

Wow, did he really just explained all of that?

[Nomine]

"Oh," he replied calmly. "I don't exactly understand why a forest can't be hunted in but oka-Oww."

Another sharp pain. As he rubbed his head he looked back to Dylan. "No. I'm not from here."

Then Dylan explained identification Nomine just kept rubbing his head.

"I have...something."

He pulled out an envelope. "A ... doctor suggested seeing some...better doctors in Seria. Told me to hand them this. Said it was stuff about me."

Inside the envelope was what looked like some basic medical records about Nomine. His name blank simply read "Nomine." Blood test showed "half elf half human." Then it goes a bit into detail on Nomine's current condition using those fun medical words not everyone recognizes or understands.

"He said I might get some better help regarding my issue here. He also mentioned Doctors there are more expensive though. That's...sorta why I was hunting that deer. A night's stay at an inn and a doctor visit."

[Dylan McNeil]

This guy's weird. Then again, he is a foreigner all right.

"Actually..." Dylan replied, his eyes averting to the sky as he tried to decide what to do in regards to the hunting Nomine did. "For starters, this forest belongs to the King of Seria, so it's totally off-limits to civilians." He paused; it's probably all right. The guy didn't mean any harm. So far. "But since you're not from here, I'll let you off with a warning."

Nomine then produced an envelope, saying that his identification papers (or some sort) were in. Dylan took the envelope and studied its contents.

Name. Check.
Non-human, as he'd thought.
...Now these look interesting!

Dylan whistled in awe when he read Nomine's medical report. Amnesiac, is he now?

"Fortunately for you, you bumped into me!" Dylan said as he kept the envelope and its contents into his coat. "Come with me and I'll help you out. And, uh, you can forget about this, ahem, little incident. If they ask, say you don't remember anything. You're amnesiac, after all!"

[Nomine]

"Help me out huh?" he repeated in his same dull tone. "...Alright...I guess. So how exactly are you going to help me?"

Then another question popped into his mind. "...For that matter, why are you helping me? Someone in the last town told me there's no such thing as a free lunch."

He paused for a moment as his stomach began to growl very loudly. "...Unless he's wrong."

[Dylan McNeil]

Of course that guy's right. Spot on right.

Dylan grinned and then started to snicker that escalated into an amused laugh. "Tell you what; that guy who told you that? He's right~ Nothing's free in this world, kid!" He shrugged with a chortle. "That's that."

"That is, unless you have proper connections." Dylan started to explain. "We can provide you with a paying job, some decent meals and lodging. Then if you do oh-so-well, you might even get that medical check-up you came here for."

"For free...Sort of. A fine swordsman like you should find no problem with that, right?" He leaned forward, looking straight at Nomine at the eye. "So, what say you? Are you in?"

[Nomine]

"I don't really have a lot of other options," Nomine replied to Dylan stoicly. "I think...If I recall this correctly...a little girl told me the proper response to this kind of thing is the phrase 'thank you.'"

He didn't move from his spot, but Dylan was getting a little bit in his personal space. Especially considering his headache.

"So what. I just do the same job you do, basically go around, stop bad guys in the city, monsters, all that kind of stuff?" he asked stoicly. "...I guess I could do that. Not much  I can do except use this thing."

He pointed to his sword at his side. Then he looked back to Dylan.

"So what do I call you?"

[Dylan McNeil]

The same job as him? Dylan thought about that for a moment. Duties among his fellow militia personnel could vary. "It's nooot what I'd call the same. The office decides that." he replied with a shrug.

"Anyway, let's head to the city and have you processed." Dylan then started heading back the way they came. "But before that, we have to do something about the deer you killed. It's one of the king's deer and all." He paused to think. That could lead to some problems, damn it.

"Oh, yeah. Just call me 'Dylan'." he said with a nod. "I'm not one for formalities."

[Nomine]

"I don't even know what that F word means," Nomine replied. "And quite frankly it sounds like it's not all that important the way you talk about it."

He thought for a few seconds as he followed Dylan. "You know. . . Don't bears or other animals eat dead animal parts if they're out in the open?" That's one bad camping experience a few months ago he's not going to forget. "I mean you can't fix dead things...minus zombies and ghosts right? So...if the other monsters and bears eat it...no one will know it's ever been killed...right?"

"Hey uh...You wouldn't happen to have any...pain relievers on ya as well, would ya?" Nomine asked. "Or...could I at least shake off this headache first before we do anything over-complicated?"

[Dylan McNeil]

Dylan paused to give Nomine an amused look. "Looks like you'll need to get some schooling or something first. You sure don't know a lot of terms!"

He then started thinking. Well, that idea sounds plausible. Eh, why not? "Hm, know what? Good point!" he said with a chuckle. "It's going to get eaten one way or another, what difference does it make?" Then he suddenly leaned towards Nomine, eyes glaring seriously at him. "Look, just because I said it's all right THIS time, doesn't mean it's all right for any other time. Do this again, kid, and I'll have you strung up like a piece of ham!"

Then he was back to his jolly self as he started patting down his coat for his medkit. "We'll see what I have...AH, here it is!" He produced a leather pouch from his coat pocket and took out a bottle of pills.

He then tipped two pills into Nomine's hand. "Take two of these and then call me in the morning~" he said with a wink.

[Nomine]

"Better be a school that makes my job easier then," Nomine replied to Dylan's first comment.

He blinked at Dylan's warning regarding the King's forest again. "Probably should keep a fence or a sign around the place to help keep people out then." Hey, a fence or a sign would make sense to him anyways. Be a lot simpler than telling people 'hey don't go here' when there's no way to properly tell if it's the same area or another.

Then he was given those pills from Dylan. He broke them up in his hand before swallowing them. Not like he had any fresh water to help him swallow them whole. He choked a second or two, before collecting enough saliva in his mouth to swallow and try to make the pills go down faster. Note to self. Next time ask for water with those pills. Now he has both a headache and a slightly injured throat.

Then his stomach growled again.

"That morning call...would you mind if I used it to find breakfast?"

[Dylan McNeil]

Dylan laughed, before saying rather ominously, "The office will decide which school you'll need to go to. Better start wishing it's a damn good one!"

He then looked shocked by what Nomine said. "There's no fence?" he repeated with a gasp. "This is terrible news! The command center must hear about this! Looks like we'll have to fence off the area right this instant...And you're going help---OF COURSE THERE'S A FENCE!" He then started ranting at Nomine. How dense is this kid?

Oh, right. Amnesia.

"Private properties have them; you expect royal-owned properties not to?" Dylan then snorted. "Not only are you trespassing, you're also stealing. Fortunately for you, it's me who found you and not some overeager rookie wanting to climb up the ranks faster."

"And as for that morning call, that was a joke. You sure know how to take the fun out of things."

After that, Dylan took out a water canteen and took a few swigs. Explaining things to an amnesiac non-human sure is thirsty work!

[Nomine]

"As I said. Better be one that makes my job easier." If it's got nothing to do with his job he'll just leave and find something else to do with his life. Maybe he'll run into someone who knows him. Maybe he won't.

Then Dylan went into a rant about there being a fence. Nomine just blinked. "But...I really didn't see a fence. I mean...why would I suggest a fence to keep others out if I'd ignore one here?"

Then Dylan explained it was a joke. "...Oh. I'm sorry for ruining your fun then."

All this new stuff was making his headache worse.

[Dylan McNeil]

There was no fence? That didn't sound right. Dylan was sure there was---should be---a fence! Unless...

"Mind answering me some questions, kid?" Dylan asked Nomine, his expression not all in jest anymore. "First of all, how did you get in here anyway? Which way did you come from?"

[Nomine]

Nomine thought for a moment.

"I'm actually not sure anymore," he admitted honestly. "I've kind of been lost after three deer got away from me. I do remember walking over a hill and then crossing a stream to get to this forest. Or...maybe it was a brook. Not sure what the differences are. Saw a few broken pieces of wood lying around but they didn't look like a fence. seemed a bit too shattered. Didn't see any foot prints though."

He looked back to Dylan. "...I'm guessing this is not a good thing is it?"

[Dylan McNeil]

Dylan groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose to try and not start to panic; Nomine isn't making his job any easier...Save for the last things he said.

"Did you say 'broken pieces of wood'?" Dylan asked, his mind already going through various possibilities that could cause that. The fence falling into disrepair was impossible because the palace has people maintaining the thing...So that could mean that something broke it. The question would now be what...or who?

"Damn it, I'd have a better grasp of the situation if I could see the damage." he muttered then said aloud to Nomine, "You sure you don't remember?" He looked hopeful.