The small kid he'd met in the ruins of the fort had told him about this place, and while Amaury never did fancy himself as a pack man, he wasn't going to turn down a place this interesting. And besides the young male and his brother was struggling to keep themselves alive on the basic skills they'd been taught as kids, mostly forgotten. South African lives were filled with trading and buying food, rather than hunting it when you had the items to do so. And Amaury's family did have those items, so hunting was done by their, for lack of a better word, servants. But they were paid so it wasn't that bad.
Amaury had meant to get a horse too, but he had no clue about how to do that so he was screwed there. Especially now he had to take all his belongings and join a pack. Both Luuk and Amaury were loaded to their eyeballs with all their junk. Drugs, alcohol and cigarettes were carefully stashed away in hiding so as not to give the wrong impression. Amaury and his brother were the usual posh type and didn't mind hard work or being told what to do. Letting a doggish howl rise up into the air, Amaury sat down on a grassy bank with a sigh, why did they have so much junk to carry. 'We gonna need a perd sometime soon, ja?' he said to his brother softly, clearly tired.
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