"Besst-in, Eh?" the man said quietly. "I know where he is." The man pointed at a old stone building, the windows were boarded up and broken, "it's a old worn down bank that moved to another side of the city. He uses it as a temporary base." Yervok eyed the man suspiciously before turning sharply and walking off to it. He stood in front of it but in his way a young couple was kissing deeply next to one of the pillars that shot down from the over hanging building. Yervok blinked and waited for them. After a few seconds of no response Yervok whispered, "you do not see." and wedge both his hands in-between them and shoved them put of his way knocking them far back. Satisfied, Yervok walked through the door.
This is...wow, amazing! I am in love, very well done, reminds me a little of the Hunger Games series but other than that... splendid!
As Yervok too his first steps in, his memories long forgotten flushed back, the building was broken and scorched. But to Yervok he saw past the burns and saw what it used to be. This building used to be the top bakery in all of Kereth. The bread was so well made it took the price of gold. His father used to take hum to this very bakery. Yervoks memories struggled to show. He remembered the old baker who would always cut him a slice of pie. His father would personally buy the pasterys at this bakery out of good heart. But now deemed as a monster his father is not remembered and this bakery is burnt. Yervok noticed shadows moving on the higher up burnt beams of wood. The soft almost silent scattering of feet shuffled the silent air. Only rivaled by the leaking noise of the people outside.
Suddenly a voice caught Yervoks attention, it was soft yet stern, "Ey! What's your business in here?" Yervok looked around fir the voice then suddenly along with the man who pointed the building out to Yervok, a slightly tanned young man wearing doe skin pants and vest, caring a impressive bow and fine arrows and hunting knives fell from the beams and landing in front of Yervok. The two men had smirks. The man from before had his eyes on Yervok along with the newer man who had bright blue eyes and black hair pulled back into a short pony tail. He too had tattoos around him. Yervok pointed at the man with the doe skin, "are you Besst-in?" The man smiled, "I am." Yervok glared at him, "Besst-in, I have come for you." Besst-in chuckled, "how thoughtful."