Time passed for the Head Hunter and Blood Fist. The mercenary company grew in numbers, power and prestige. Some came, some left but the Fist was forever. It pleased the Head Hunter as he weekly surveyed the guild at their meetings. From humble beginnings, the roots of power began to spread deep and wide. Soon the massive trunk would grow and thicken, preparing to support the branches of success after success. He knew that *he* had to grow personally, however. The Head Hunter was responsible for nearly two hundred souls and as their leader, he needed to be at the forefront. Lead by example. Show his dedication to them as they showed their dedication to him and the Fist. But how? Lieing in bed with a nasty cold, he felt totally useless. His bride carried weak broth soup to him, his childre