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Giles the Kaska
Casy
Legacy Name: Casy
The
Glacier LasirusOwner:
KelsoAge: 14 years, 7 months, 3 weeks
Born: September 11th, 2009
Adopted: 14 years, 7 months, 3 weeks ago (Legacy)
Adopted: September 11th, 2009 (Legacy)
Statistics
- Level: 587
- Strength: 1,468
- Defense: 1,468
- Speed: 1,466
- Health: 1,468
- HP: 1,458/1,468
- Intelligence: 489
- Books Read: 483
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Journal Writer
"So, Casy. What do you think of that monster hunter coming to town?"
"Mmm," Casy (Casimir to his late mother) Surgeon replied, not because he didn't have an opinion but because he didn't want to nick his elderly client's neck. He drew the razor carefully down the old man's cheek, held it with perfectly steady fingers against the papery skin of his throat, his hand working carefully. The monster hunter... Once his work was done, his mind immediately began racing with thoughts and possibilities. That was a career! The young man stepped back gingerly to survey his work. The next step back brought his heel kicking against heavy dog flank, and Casy yelped as he tripped on it. His big mastiff scrambled to get up, huffing indignantly, while his owner scrambled to keep his feet on the floor and his razor in his hand. The elder man grabbed his left arm and steadied him, crying "Woah, lad!" Casy laughed a little because he was so embarrassed.
"How is it yeh can have such a steady arm and such a wanderin' mind, boy?"
"I was just wondering the same thing," he sighed, smiling self-effacingly. His mastiff stared at him balefully, seeming to ask what he did to deserve his master's treachery.
"Well," His old family friend replied with a glint in his wizened old eyes, "don't wonder too hard. Might cut yer own throat next time."
Casy coughed and shifted his feet. It was always like this, any time he tried talking to anyone, a patron or patient or girl or anyone. The looks they all gave him didn't help, either. Like it was to be expected that he'd turned out just a little bit off. He could practically hear the men, the ones he'd attended school with, and their fathers, telling drunken stories about his family. His father probably among them, too, probably passed out on a table in the back room. The women gossiping behind closed doors. Everyone treating him like one of the glass figurines traders and artisans sometimes brought through the village square. Was it any way to live? Some days he mourned his dependence on the village, and its on him. It wasn't his fault that he was a little different. So he'd become a little reclusive and applied himself to his studies rather than waste away in a tavern after...
He noticed that the old man was looking at him with a mixture of expectation and amusement, daubing his neck with a clean white cloth he'd had to help himself to.
"Oh." Casy said. He readjusted his slipping glasses, was painfully aware of the differences between him and a Hunter, felt inadequate to even talk about him. "The hunter. Well ... it's certainly interesting, isn't it?"
"Mmm. With the sorts of infestations we got in them woods, he can't do no harm, can he? Still, heard he's a young fella. Think he'll be alright?"
Young? That was interesting. The only hunters Casimir had ever seen had been big and bestial themselves. "Of course he will be. If anything happens... Well, I'm here."
The old man laughed again. "Think yeh can reattach a hand that's in a monster's belly, do ye?"
Casy laughed too, really laughed while his mind started racing. He was already looking for his pen and paper. The handless hunter... Got to check the splint on the Baker boy's arm, he thought, but that was two hours away, his next appointments further off than that. He saw the old man out, and as they were trading parting words he thought, that will be plenty of time to get started.
Pet Treasure
Aged Pocket Watch
Ledger
Airship in a Bottle
Warm Pork Fluid
Lone Reindeer Knickknack
Smoothing Tonic
Suture Kit
Brown Gazelle Horns
Dark Ranger Rugged Leather Vest
Map Display Board
Shaman Herb Satchel
Holy Warrior Sacred Potion
Weasel Companion
Wild Rabbit Companion
Red Squirrel Companions
Badger Companion
Fox Companion
Wise Princess Wraps
Wise Princess Chicken
Formal Dressed to the Nines Vest
Jungle Damsel Animal Study
Fanciful Bottled Ship
Rexx
Plain Leather
Triple Arrow
Large Iron Pan
Kitchen Rat
Rumpled Pages
Filled Clear Glass Vial
Silver Lace Coffee Pot
Cream Woven Shirt
Box of Shiny Silver Razors
Roasted Pork Knuckle
Goats Cheese and Walnut Tartlets
Potato and Leek Soup
Stubby Round Cast Iron Stove
Iron Kettle
Achieving Literacy
Apothecary Supplies
Professor New Foxy Hair Tonic
Smoothing Tonic
Game Stew
Bread Pudding with Custard
Lady Gray
Crowley Quill
Deer Antler
Portrait of a Lord
Pemberley Letter Writing Set
Incomprehensible Opera
Stack of Old Papers
Obsessive Manual
White Taper Candle
Creation Candlelight
Brass Oil Lamp
History of Blackheart Hollow
We Almost Made It
A Tale of Trickery
Achieving Literacy
Letter of Traitorous Origin
Script
Ye Royale Proclamatione
Crowns of Royalty
Ornate Invitation
Tattered Old Book
All About Gentry Inc.
Potions III
Potions I
Book Package
My Best Friend Ate My Arm
Mystical Grungy Roach
Tamadri
Gore
Folibun
Red Faux Vulpine Stole
Fulvous Whistling Duck
Laeva
Fliter
Bungly
Dove
Fatty Chickadee
Crowley
Svarta
Oowel
Patch
Feltis
Eastern Rumin
Western Rumin
Maijin
Infected Muscle Tissue
Mutated Heart
Bloody Patch Kit
Recently Removed Head Cast
Bone Handled Skinning Knife
Plas-Tek Giant Hacksaw
None Too Clean Scalpel
Spare Needles
Calavera Bride Needle and Thread
Tinkerers Leather Lacing
Tinkerers Leather Straps
Pack of Potions
Homemade Dark Rum
Pureed Rotten Pumpkin Potion
Liquid Yeast
Suspicious Mushrooms
Fishliver Oil
Olde Tyme Barbers Aftershave
RoQ Candy Xtra Emergency Kit
Scratched-Up Glasses
Sougara Shiver Frameless Glasses
Beast Enchanted Feather Duster
Broom
Domestic Mop
Olde Tyme Barbers Cape
Olde Tyme Barbers Pole
Brass Oil Lamp
Roasted Leech
Doves Blood
Bloody Patch Kit
White Arm Cast
Length of White Cotton
Roll of Gauze
Bandages
Dr. Lockhearts Amorisporin-Medicated Bandages
Mustache Trimming Scissors
Olde Tyme Barbers Brush
Olde Tyme Barbers Mahogany Razor
Gilded Drinking Flask
Olde Tyme Barbers Strop
Universal Antidote
Wine Glass
Beer Flavored Ale
Raven Feather Quill Pen
Black Inkwell
Beloved Companion Collar
Antique Revolver
Pet Friends
Garre
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