Thud. The antelope fell ungracefully to earth. A single arrow protruding from its skull. The kill was clean and the meat was good. The hunter emerged. Hidden amongst the rocks, debris and detritus. The sandy shell hiding him against the earth back drop. The creature in question was Johnny. So named by the first humans he had met. Prior to that his name was only utter able in his own tongue which relied heavily on senses that humans, elves and dwarfs had no clue of detecting like subtle scents and minor movements. So he had learned "Johnny" as best he could. The issue was, Johnny was an insect. An ant like creature with few human features. The large mandibles, thick carapace and the insect eyes left him far removed from those he now mixed with. His language skills we're still a problem. Despite a few months selling to humans his vocal cords could ill manage common or any of the other largely spoken languages. Even his name resulted in a sound similar to "Jona-eee" Though in spite of the fearsome appearance he was incredibly friendly. Didn't know there was any other way to act.

His small arms took hold of his bow and tied it on his back whilst at the same time his larger ones began to prepared his kill. They deftly bound the legs together and strung the animal up. With out so much of a grunt Johnny lifted the animal up onto his thin shoulders and began to walk towards the city. This was his job, as simple as it was he had done it for years. It used to be his position at the hive and now he simply did it for a different civilization.

It was less than half an hour before he was within the the sprawl of the city. The place was massive. His old home held thousands more but this disorganized shambles seemed so much larger with out the rules and carefully adhered to structure. His eyes searched for his merchant. The near total vision meant that even human blind spots where thoroughly searched but he did have a problem. A blind spot for faces. They all seemed so generic. He was having to go on scent alone which was a problem. There was a riot of smells. He was struggling to locate the sweaty body odor of a single man in a crowd of hundreds but he was drawing near.

His eyes recognized the buildings and the shapes. He was almost on top of the location now and indeed he could almost taste the smell. He stopped. Drawing himself inwardly he tried to make himself smaller than he was. Already shorter than average he tried to shrink from the crowd. Even though he couldn't recognize faces he could smell the worry and in some cases the anger of others. The animosity towards him could be sensed. If not by smell then by the look in their eyes though he couldn't recognize it.

He scurried into the shop with his hill balanced on his lean shoulders. His larger upper arms holding the brunt of the meat. His smaller for arms dealt with everything else. The merchant crossed his arms as he entered. It was bad for business to have him hanging around. Customers we're uneasy. Those large eyes watched all of them where ever they stood and the outlandish appearance didn't help.

"Oh, Johnny, I could have sworn I said use the back entrance..." The large brutish man shifted uneasily. "Just drop it on the table. I'll deal with the rest." His large hand thrust a bag of coins violently forward. Johnny tried to understand the fast speech. It was difficult for him. He had interpret them at a rather slow pace so his reply came late. "Jona-eee gateful." One of the small hands took the pouch and held it in its claw. Little did Johnny know that he was being underpaid for his work, he had no real reference for human money or indeed what money truly was. It seemed inefficient to him but he had to use it now. Besides, if he didn't know that he was being undercharged then it couldn't hurt him. He turned and hurried to the shops archway. He held the bag of coins up. What was he going to do with this now? He had no need for food he could eat wood if he needed to, let alone his hunting. Clothes we're meaningless to him. His weapons he made himself from animal bone. He would have frowned if he had a human face. Instead he gave off a slight scent of concern but humans could never smell the subtle change. He stood now. Alone in the mid day sun. Coin clutch in hand wondering what to do with himself. Silent in a noisy crowd. Friendless in a friendly city.