Mirabar was a good place to look for a new road to travel. The gnome whistled as she went - she could not help it. Trade caravans lined the road, perhaps one of those would be promising? Aramath, Linodril and Exigo. What an odd name. Perhaps they would be willing to take on an adventurer?
"We are bound for Sundren, lass" said the burly human running the caravan. "Pay is food, shelter and a silver a day"
This road is as good as any she thought, "Sign me up!"
Several days later, the caravan stopped at an inn. "We rest here for the night" said the caravan master. Elyore wandered into the tavern thinking, there's usually a way to get a free drink or two for a song. Alas, it was not to be. The tavern was enveloped in the biggest brawl she had ever seen. A towering elf was busily thrashing several humans, though what had caused the fight was no longer apparent. A hulking man stepped forward, throwing a massive right hook. The elf dodged, weaved and smacked him in stomach, causing him to double over. The man's face turned sour, and suddenly the fight got serious. One of the other humans circled behind the elf, drawing a long blade, menacing it at the elf, who dodged away.
That's not sporting, Elyore thought, time to even the odds.
She quickly incanted a spell, and before the blade could find a mark, the floor was covered in thick grease. The humans went slip-sliding everywhere, while the elf nimbly navigated the chaos.
"My thanks gnome, you may have saved my life" the elf said "My name is Caldor and I am in your debt."
They made a hasty escape to the caravan, before the humans could emerge. "I'm afraid I must leave your service" Elyore said to the caravan master. "Things just became a little more... interesting." She swiftly grabbed her gear, and they set off on the road to the vale of Sundren.
"We are bound for Sundren, lass" said the burly human running the caravan. "Pay is food, shelter and a silver a day"
This road is as good as any she thought, "Sign me up!"
Several days later, the caravan stopped at an inn. "We rest here for the night" said the caravan master. Elyore wandered into the tavern thinking, there's usually a way to get a free drink or two for a song. Alas, it was not to be. The tavern was enveloped in the biggest brawl she had ever seen. A towering elf was busily thrashing several humans, though what had caused the fight was no longer apparent. A hulking man stepped forward, throwing a massive right hook. The elf dodged, weaved and smacked him in stomach, causing him to double over. The man's face turned sour, and suddenly the fight got serious. One of the other humans circled behind the elf, drawing a long blade, menacing it at the elf, who dodged away.
That's not sporting, Elyore thought, time to even the odds.
She quickly incanted a spell, and before the blade could find a mark, the floor was covered in thick grease. The humans went slip-sliding everywhere, while the elf nimbly navigated the chaos.
"My thanks gnome, you may have saved my life" the elf said "My name is Caldor and I am in your debt."
They made a hasty escape to the caravan, before the humans could emerge. "I'm afraid I must leave your service" Elyore said to the caravan master. "Things just became a little more... interesting." She swiftly grabbed her gear, and they set off on the road to the vale of Sundren.
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