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Skarsat

Quite a bit of a burden fell off Skarsat's heart as it turned out that he would neither have to grant himself access to Neh'miah's room by force nor carry the man around himself. It appeared that the thief was awake and able to walk on his own feet properly. Frankly speaking the Tork was looking forward to that actually happening as soon as possible just to get away from this room. That smell! There was more then just some residual wine to it. Had Neh'miah just emptied himself via his body's front door ?

For a brief moment, Skarsat couldn't help but think at Percival. Not only was the tavern's helping hand, janitor or maybe even darling called 'facility manager' being shoved around my his boss all the time as it seemed, but he'd probably also have to clean up what their party had left behind. The Tork certainly did not want to know how things looked like in some other rooms as there had been plenty more people who had taken a very deep look into the wine glass.

Yet there were more pressing issues at hand right now!

"If you're quick at getting yourself dressed up and ready to go, then would be a good time for a demonstration! There's some person from the city guard down there and he's asked for you specifically! And before you ask: he's not alone."

One could never know what kind of dumb idea people could come up with if they thought the threat was small and could maybe just be worked around by force.

"Is there a second way out you know of ?"

Hopefully it wouldn't be some kind of small-ish, high up window or involve some jumping action from roof to roof. While Skarsat definitely was familiar with physical exercise and such, he was not looking forward to some delicate acrobatics right this morning.

In Lorcan's humble opinion, the usage of the attribute 'good' in combination with the noun 'mood' should be forbidden. If not permanently then at least until he'd have forgotten about the events of the past few days, even if there was only very little hope of that happening!

First of all his feet hurt. There was an old trick known among many Skayleigh that involved wrapping the large leaves of a distinct bush around one's feet so something in the plant's sap would either anaesthetize the irritated skin or even help healing it, but Lorcan was anything but certain that he had picked the right bush... Maybe in the South there were bushes that looked almost the same, but didn't have this beneficial property ?

Then there was that girl called Emmaline he had kept staring at from behind for quite a bunch of miles. Because of their curves ? Certainly not! Actually seeing the real person did help however with the imagination of his wooden stick behing shoved up her rear until her internals would be blatantly exposed to the crows above! Yes, they all had survived, but probably more due to luck than anything else. It could have come different if he had not decided to take action and distract two of the bandits, but apparently that had only helped that dwarf to believe that he was an idiot! It was only fair if he'd forward this bad opinion about him to the real root cause, right ?

Last but not least he had not been able to see for himself what really had come down from the skies above. Oh what he would have given for actually seeing a real dragon, even combined with a real demon! The Skayleigh had been looking at an entirely different direction at the wrong moment though, so by the time he had found out where the bright flash had come from the meteor had already descended below the horizon. It was a story he would not be able to tell once back home, simply because nobody would believe him if he couldn't actually describe any details. Maybe just claim he had seen a big rock coming down ? There were educated Skayleigh who knew this was possible. Some of the best swords were even made out of meteoric iron!

And now he was standing in front of those big gates, silently involved in a competition with Raddek about who looked more hulking in these makeshift cloaks. At least there he did have a quite literally big advantage though. On the other hand... that thing was a bit tight to say the least as none of the bandits had been a seven feet tall one. It was to be found out whether Varone was home to some sort of tailor who could fix this for the most modest price imaginable.

Maybe he could even use the opportunity and actually make some coin by going back to the roots, entertaining people with a simple melody, a poem or maybe both combined into some sort of song ? He had had two days to think of one, but it dawned upon him he'd have to recite that openly far away from the others... 


This girl called Emmaline, I don't respect her anymore.
She marched towards those bandits like a damn attention whore!
Does she not think it might be good to have a common plan ?
Next time I won't save her big ass, I'm not such mad a man!

Then we have this small Faer... what ?, I hate that shitty name!
I'm sure he's just a little twat, it won't get him much fame!
This thing in his thick ugly skull, was it ever enabled ?
That heavy fog of alcohol, it was never penetrated!

Raddek's a grumpy lad, I hope he will stay in the lead.
If not him who will then bring our foes their quick defeat ?
I could ask him about that fiery thing seen in the sky,
but maybe he has been just as blind as my two humble eyes.

Migi, she's a Burrahob, but rotten to the core!
If you need a good curse job, do not look further more!
Much to my surprise she did not cause a greater mess,
I'm tempted to surmise one day I'll call her a princess!

Reyvadin, his long-ish name, it does sound pretty grim!
I do have reason to believe his light is not so dim!
Why did he join this dark place and what is his origin ?
Maybe, if the others fail, I will just stick to him!


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