Marco Polo2014

Prince Jingim:
In our culture, your first hunt, as in many things in life, is a very lonely enterprise. You're cast into the wilderness with nothing more than a bow and an arrow, and instructed not to return without meat. For the kingdom. It can take a day, a week. Some never return. What do you think is the most vital trait for the hunter to possess?

Marco Polo:
Please, Jingim, do not mar my final hours.

Prince Jingim:
Patience. I saw its horns first. Grand, stretching to the heavens and catching the morning light. A mighty trophy. I set my arrow, took aim. He was gone. But I had a feeling about him and so I waited another night. It was so cold, I wanted to run home. A handful of kills passed me by. I could have slain them all, returned triumphant, dipped my finger in the fat of the kill, been deemed a man and slept in my own bed. But I waited. As I felt the sun warm me the next morning there it was, passing between the trees. My father was so proud. Patience. Patience to ensure that true aim finds the true target.

Marco Polo:
An innocent target, whose offense was crossing paths at the wrong time, with the wrong person.

Prince Jingim:
Death. Another lonely enterprise. May your God accompany you, Master Polo. You will need it more than I.