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Jimmy stormed into the town, muttering under his breath. A piece of rusted, broken metal hung from his grip. The old ratcatcher couldn't believe it, it was working fine the other day and now it was a heap of scrap metal.

He couldn't be too surprised, he had the trap for many, many years, it's astounding that it managed to keep working for so long in the forest and kept strong hold of any beast that ventured into it's lure. It was a simple trap to catch large prey, such as wolf or boar - depending on the bait used and trail it was laid on. Sometimes it caught a young bear.

Now it couldn't hold a slug.

Something had finally made it snap (excusing the pun), whatever creature had got it's leg caught had manage to escape, but fighting so furiously something gave way and it escaped, making it immpossible for Jimmy to fix the trap and in his anger he swang it against a tree to finish it off.

He needed this trap, this was what funded his little baiting shop on the side, he needed wild animals for his punters to bet on dogs to set against them, if he didn't catch the wolves and foxes for baiting they'd eat the farmers stock. In Jimmy's mind it was just a large scale of rat baiting, with slightly different rules.

Finally the old man found the store he was looking for and strolled right in, his little terrier close to his heels, and chucked the remains of his ancient trap on the counter.

"'Ave you got anymore of these?"

The ratter's own anger flaired in his eyes, his large brows dipped but his anger stayed under control to let this snobbery-so-called hunter rant away.

At the dramatic end, Jimmy leaned on the counter and muled the words over, but wasn't good at hiding his own anger well.

"Ah got told where ah could find me a good hunter. An' ah figured a good hunter would 'ave some good traps. Guess me sources was wrong, as ye don't look like a good hunter to me, an' ye can't expect to get customers if yer expect them all ta read, donno where ye come from, but many of us don't have that sort of ed-u-cation like the nobs*, maybe yer need to move yer business so you don't 'ave ta deal with any more... e-lit-er-ate peasants." His voice was harsh, not as calm as he would've liked, but who could blame him?

Jimmy wondered over to an arrow and exaimed it carefully. "Ah eat finely from the meat of the butchers, don't hunt game, me. An' yer right about not knowing how to aim a bow, I'll probably shoot meself in me foot." He had to admit his own failings, if he was honest. "Ah deal in vermin, trapping, killing an' baiting 'em. What ah need is something much bigger for more... dangerous pray tha' good clients would pay good money to set dogs on an' a need them alive an' mostly well so follow'n a hurt wolf in the forest don't apeal to me. Bu' yer seem to be lacking those sorts of traps an me usual trapper has been taken seriously ill." He waved his hand like it didn't matter.

The ratter chucked the arrow he was holding onto the counter. "It's a pity, wood like tha' lying around attracts rodents, they like eating stuff like this, can make a man go out of business, jus' like tha'." He clicked his fingers. As he spoke his terrier started furiously digging and growling inbetween the displays Jimmy had just come from. "Me dog knows wheres there are rats." He whistled and the terrier very reluctantly went to his master's side and whined, looking back between the displays.

"Ah guess ah won't be bothering yer, yer seem very busy wit' customers." He said sarcasticly as he started to walk out of the shop, leaving the rusted remains where he chucked them.

*nobs - short for nobles

Jimmy was visably shocked at an arrow flying passed his head, but it only lasted a few seconds. "What in bloody name!? It weren't no threat! What sort o' idiot would threaten rats on yer, 'sepically since it'll come back to me! Don'cha think the watch would turn ta me if there's a sudden outbreak in one man's business?" His voice calmed slightly a glare kept on his face.

"It were only a piece o' advice, the rats 'ave bred quickly round here an' I can see they've started in here." He pointed to a small, long dropping close to the wall. "Board where they're gettin' in, it'll slow 'em down. Maybe get a cat. Another piece of free advice there." He muttered giving the man with the weapon a dirty look before picking up the rust heap and hrumphed. He was a bit rusty on talking to people properly, he realised that it may had sounded like a threat, but didn't think much of it or that it would be taken seriously by a ratcatcher that the watch had their eye on for those sorts of dealings. He may have been an uneducated peasent but he liked to think that he wasn't completely stupid, although in his current situation...

And after the rudeness of this man, Jimmy wasn't going to be inclined to keep the population down much around this area. Sometimes in a busy schedual, areas of town get missed, he is only one man after all, and he doesn't do this for free.

He went to leave without another word.