Table Of Contents: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forums/Post/252852415?sort=0&page=0 The hunter walked through the cold woods. His sharp blue eyes patrolled the surrounding area. His kidney still stung from the attack from the vandal last night. He had packed up the camp and moved out after that thing attacked him. No doubt the Fallen were on his trail already. He had his right hand on his firearm, the other on the strap of his backpack. Chris was approaching the plains of Greland he would try to use the rest of his daylight to travel to the gates. He scowled. He had to get there quick. The Hunter walked for hours on end taking rests every hour. Finally he arrived at the gates. The ferocious looking guards stopped him. “State your name and your business.” The first guard barked in a gravelly voice. “I’m Chris Deslin. I’m here to find a few friends.” Chris answered truthfully. He had been told to meet in the bar by his best friend, Desmond. “Ok, welcome to Greland.” The second guard said. “Mind your self. Or I’ll have you cut.” He threatened. “Mind your mouth, or you’ll get this fist of justice.” Chris retorted. The guard looked at the other and nodded. They all looked at each other for a moment. It was tense. “Open up!” Said the first guard. Then with a creak the rusty door opened up. Chris looked at the second guard and narrowed his eyes. Chris sighed in relief. He needed to watch his mouth or he would get cut. Chris looked around at the scene, it was a small town with colorful lights everywhere. It was small and cozy. But this town was known for its deceitful outside. It had thieves and cutthroats everywhere. He stopped. He felt someone watching him. He turned slowly and looked into the alleyway. There was someone there. With a rifle pointed at his head. Chris’ eyes widened in fear. He booked it. He heard yelling behind him. Then gunfire. Chris ran as fast as he could. He ran straight for the door of the bar. He pulled it and slipped inside. He turned and looked around at ragtag place. Chairs were upturned. People were having fist fights. There were a few playing poker in the corner. Chris looked around for Desmond’s face. He didn’t see him anywhere. Chris walked a short distance and then heard a familiar voice call out. “Hey! Chris! Over here!” Chris walked towards the muscular man. “Hey Desmond. Why are we meeting here? I mean I almost got shot while going to the bar.” Chris asked. “I know people willing to help us here.” Desmond answered. “C’mere, I have some people you might want to meet.” Chris followed silently behind him. Then a man bumped into him. He was tall and muscular. “Watch were you’re going.” He said in a stern voice. “Back off. You’re the one who bumped into me.” Chris said. The man stopped smiling. He looked down. Then he laughed. He laughed a long time. Chris had cold feet. “You’re serious.” He said as looked into his eyes. Chris wasn’t really aware of what happened next. Next thing he knew the man punched him across the mouth.