[u][b]The Next Morning..[/b][/u]

William opened his eyes slowly, grumbling that the young hunter had awoken him from his slumber. He rolled over on his cot to face the young man, his weary eyes filled with displeasure towards him. "My friends are always causing trouble." William replied blatantly. [i]"For someone who normally hunts alone, i'm surprised I already have 'friends' lurking about this place."[/i] He thought to himself before propping himself up. "They put us down here 'cause this house is mighty full of folk, and to have a couple of gents such as ourselves wander out of the woods, they had to fit us into the 'guest' rooms. Which just happened to be down here." William stood up, stretching his arms out with a yawn, before letting them fall to his sides.

He glanced down at Ryan. The boy's face was still an utter mess. "Perhaps I should go get the miss again to check on that wound of yours lad." William turned to head for the stairs, and began to ascend them, stopping halfway however. He turned to face Ryan, feeling that he would still be uncertain. "Once you get patched up, and we explain why we were out here to the head of the household, we'll be on our way back to town." With that he proceeded up the stairs and knocked on the door hoping to get his guard's attention. "Hey!" William shouted. "The ginger down here could do with some first aid still!"