Garden Town and The Field of Bloody Flowers

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Bronson looked at a corner of the room absentmindedly before he spoke. "I can't speak for any guild other than my own, so my answer might not be satisfactory. For me an' Valerie, our great-grandparents formed one of the earliest guilds just to keep towns together. Keep what little order they could establish. But that was before monsters and mutants started poppin' up like no tomorrow. After that, everyone was more afraid of the monsters than bad people."

"After old man Wolfred died, everyone else left because there wasn't a leader like he was. He had a larger group than we do now. Nobody around that area tried to re-establish a guild until Valerie decided to take up the torch again. We're still fairly new. Got two new ones not too long ago ourselves; a wee mage and a cowboy-mummy fellow." Bronson stuck some chewing tobacco in his mouth and pensively thought on things some more. "They're out right now on their first assignment, and the only other experienced adventurer we have hasn't come back from his own duties yet. To make matters worse, Wolfred's old weapons workshop is still in a pretty bad shape. If we get it fixed, we could easily make plenty of different weapons, not just repair whatever leftovers we find."  He sighed. "We... ain't in any shape to take on the tribe. Monsters are already a challenge for us; but if we don't take care of them, nobody will. I can't say much about the Clan of Swords though, Val probably knows more about them. Maybe if we can pull together... things might get better for everyone."
 
“I see…”

Monster Hunter hardly remembered any guild when he was young in this disheartening town; there were monsters, monsters killed people and you hope for chance for mercy to see tomorrow. Bronson’s explanation of why guilds simply cannot afford to go to war against the Dalv tribe because of limited resources drives his own viewpoint on the matter; guilds are only good for so long, until they ran out of members and/or resources due to the increasingly rate of dangerous monsters.

“You are right that people are more afraid of monsters than humans. Monsters killed without any form of mercy; they don’t even wish to exploit you unless they need to make a bargain.” said Monster Hunter. “I supposed the Dalv tribe isn’t that much of a threat right now; they’re just doing it for survival, I guess, but monsters do it for the sake of fun. They have no souls… and it’s honestly sad that guilds are struggling against the one thing people hated universally throughout.” 

The dressmaker approached the men, placing the leather cloth on the table. “It is done; it’s sturdy, durable and doesn’t wear easily. I added some special properties in there as a bonus that should protect you against radiation attacks.”
 
"It is what it is, I s'pose. But as long as we help people with staying safe and keeping their livelihood, that's more than enough motivation to keep going when the cards are stacked so toughly against us." Bronson stood up and reached into his pocket to pull out a small satchel. 

He grasped a handful of Coins and spread them on the counter for the seamster. "It was my idea to go into the radiated areas, so I don't mind paying. Thanks for yer hard work, sir. We'll be sure to clear out those little bastards for you all in no time. Keep the change too."
 
"Thanks! Kill those filthy little bastards and rid of them from our town." The dressmaker said, taking the money.

"Well, let's get going." Monster Hunter said. "It's going to be a tough one, considering we're dealing with mutants now." He bow to the dressmaker and left the premise. "They're probably waiting for us out there, so expect an ambush."
 
"Right." Bronson took his hunting axe off his back and released the latch that was on the handle. With a twist and a set of sparks flying, he extended the axe to about three times its length. "Now that we know what we're dealing with, I won't feel bad about extending my reach." He took his mask and put it on. "Let's hope we don't find any more surprises in that irradiated swamp."
 
"Agreed." 

Both of them set out towards the field of bloody flowers once again. Monster Hunter stop briefly, scanning the area for potential surprises. He checked out the directions of the wind, observed certain spots in the field, but found nothing. 

"Nothing here from what I seen." Monster Hunter concluded. "I'm guessing they're trying to lure us to their camp so they can get the jump on us." He told Bronson. When the man turned his back to face Bronson, behind him was a sudden flare of greenish mist appearing out of the flowers. It pierced the air with an disgusting scent, but thanks to the leather masks, it did not affect them as much.

Suddenly, the green mist harden like a diamond and came down like a rocket; it aims directly towards Monster Hunter's back.
 
Bronson's eyes widened at the sight and he immediately rotated his hunter's axe. With the blunt end of the top, he reeled back his arm and swung its long reach into Monster Hunter's side in a last-second bid to get him out of the way and avoid the sudden attack.

"Behind you!" He shouted, restraining his strength so that the other man wouldn't be harmed by the force of his action.
 
Monster Hunter grunted by the impact but managed to narrowly escape his instant death of the green diamond attack. He turned around, seeing the greenish object instantly evaporate onto the soil. “T-thanks…” Monster Hunter said. “That was too close of a call…” He stares at the degenerate mush before standing up again. 

In the earshot of Bronson, there were sounds of footsteps, grunts and shouting from afar. They are near the campsite of these creatures, but it can’t be seen from mere eyesight. It’s clear that they are close, but there aren’t on the surface.
 
"I take it nobody's gone weeding these parts in a while?" Bronson joked halfheartedly, though his voice trailed off once his hearing picked up on some distant noise. "They must use these flowers as their immediate line of defense, but something tells me they're ready for us to come over to them... should we lure a few out now?" He kept his voice low.
 
Monster Hunter nodded. “Luring them out is the safest way to do things. I don’t think we make it very far if it just the two of us against how many vile creatures they have hoard it up in their spot. Got a plan on how to go about it?”
 
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