[I did this yesterday, but did not upload for the 504s] [I got 504ed when I tried to update this, ha]
Walking back to the village at a leisurely pace, Lisid finds nothing more than shadows in the night. Upon finding a house, Lisid builds a long campfire, approximately three Urists in length. He warms up his frozen dwarf blood and drinks it. Salty and full of nutrients.
As a desire to sleep envelopes him, Lisid drops the largest quiver to use as a pillow and settles down; pushing the snow around him to create a foxhole of sorts. Daylight would come in a few hours, and with it nosy children and nervous adults. Adjusting his spear so that it was within easy reach of his left hand, he felt his thoughts dim and list lazily towards oblivion. Hopefully nothing would bother him...
Waking up with a rush, Lisid surveys the land around him. His fires went out less than an hour ago: he culd still see the embers glowing faintly. Getting up, he notices he used his right hand for support. It still hurt, but, should be usable... Examining his body he finds a few scars, but nothing noteworthy.
His journey was not done. He would be known for his weak continence if he went back like a craven dog now, trophies or not. "Hey, here comes Lisid the Quick Fleeing Avalanche", all the children would sing as they jumped and played. No, that was not a befitting fate for him.
Walking into the administrator's house, Lisid informs the Administrator that the task is done. The Cheese Maker, clearly the spokesperson for the administrator, steps forward: "We will check into your claims. When we can verify that you have indeed slain the bandit in question we will grant you a reward of 30 silver coins. You are free to continue to sleep outside until such a time. That is all; you are dismissed."
"I want my reward now. I have earned it by providing my service to you. Honour your bargain."
"We will do no such thing. Trust must be earned, and all we saw you do was disappear for a day. You will recieve your reward when we check your claims for ourselves. Go now."
Lisid was going to get violent if things kept this way. Rather than stick around with this ungrateful lot, Lisid walks out of the administrator's hut and into a peasant's. "Where is the nearest supply store?," he quickly demanded.
"South, sir. Rabbit lashed is almost a days walk south. I heard of your deed, and believe you. I shall spread word of your success to trader and gossiper alike."
Thanking the kind milker, Lisid bids him farewell and starts his journey. The housepeople's store will buy the greenskinned elves' armour, and give Lisid a chance to choose proper and matching equipment.
Lisid walked at a steady pace until noon-ish, when he came upon a large stone structure. There were men with bows upon its roof. It looked like a military compound.
Inside, Lisid ate a hasty lunch while absorbing the majesty around him. Gone were the holes and poverty of the hamlet, replaced instead with a different kind of poverty altogether. The men and women here were not poor, yet their leisure was scarce... an abstinence of sorts. Training was taking place in the yard, and Lisid watched with wonder. This was organized in a way not familiar to his peoples. Walking inside, he was curtly greeted. Lisid told them of his journey, and asked to see the lord of the compound.
"This way, then" the guard formally spat.
The lord of the compound turned out to be a lady, a rather snobbish lady who told Lisid that while she admired his mission, she had no use for peasants. She gave him a pair of Rope Reed Gloves, and sent him on his way.
Disappointed, Lisid journeyed onward. No sense getting upset, the spirit of nature would show him the true path.
Walking a few kilometers, Lisid finds a river. Eager to feel the soothing touch of the cool water Lisid Jumps in. The splash attracts a predatory fish.
In self-defense, Lisid slays the fish, but finds it rather fun. The blood of the monster flows downstream as the Lamprey is bitten, bashed, and stabbed.
After the fish finished bleeding out, Lisid grabs its body and swims out the water, shaking the excess liquid from his equipment.