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Galahad and his soldiers stopped as they crossed over into Summer territory. Being a bounty hunter was dangerous, and it tended to be more the risk of offending the Fae Rulers. However most of the time it was easy to go unnoticed, and in Winter court he was almost always safe. As he and his soldiers continued walking through the forest, his breathing slowed back to normal. His prisoner was now begging for freedom, whining about how he'd get killed if he kept on with them but Galahad kept silent. As he looked back on the days events he smiled and breathed in the fresh summer air. This was the adventure he'd left home for. He lived for this.