William woke up, his mind a little in a haze as he did so. Today was the day he got his bounty. He had been tracking a witch, a particularly evil one, for the past few days. This witch was blamed with the usual-collusion with dark forces, causing sickness and blight, murder. He had been hired specifically to kill the witch, and bring back her head to prove the land was safe. He was a hero, certainly. The warrior has slain monsters, dragons, and defeated evil barbarians many times in his career. Now, one witch. It should be more than easy.
He gathered up his gear, then strapped his sword, a hefty blade, to his back. William was a strong man, tall and finely sculpted. He looked every inch the hero he was in his woodsman's clothes. With dark hair, fair skin, and intelligently fierce green eyes, he cut a figure that had swept many holders' daughters off their feet. As he set off towards where he had discerned the witch lived, he mused at a certain busty farmer's daughter had looked particularly appealing.
He gathered up his gear, then strapped his sword, a hefty blade, to his back. William was a strong man, tall and finely sculpted. He looked every inch the hero he was in his woodsman's clothes. With dark hair, fair skin, and intelligently fierce green eyes, he cut a figure that had swept many holders' daughters off their feet. As he set off towards where he had discerned the witch lived, he mused at a certain busty farmer's daughter had looked particularly appealing.