Niclas | Did you run away, too? | |
Me | What makes you think that? | |
Niclas | Why would you come here all alone? There's NOTHING here. | |
Me | I only wanted to have a look around. | |
Niclas | Okay, be my guest. Would you like a piece of meat? | |
Me | No, thank you. | |
Niclas | Suit yourself. I hope it doesn't bother you if I eat. | |
Me | Yes, gladly. | |
Niclas | Here, the finest leg of molerat. According to my own recipe. | |
Me | So why are you here? | |
Niclas | I can get a bit of peace up here. I always feel so restricted in the city. | |
Me | Don't you have to work? | |
Niclas | Everything I need, I can get for myself. I cut the arrows, and nature provides the meat. | |
Me | So you're a hunter. | |
Niclas | Yes, if you want to call it that. But I only hunt what I need for myself, not to earn money. | |
Me | In that case, I'm sure you can teach me something. | |
Niclas | Why not. I could show you how to handle a bow. | |
Me | Show me how to handle a bow. | |
Niclas | I've taught you everything I can. You'll have to find another teacher. | |
Niclas | I can't teach you any more tricks. | |