continued to remain dark.
“Put everythin’ back the way you found it, then let’s talk to the boss.”
Raven bounded into the room as soon as Se’and opened the door. She sniffed and bristled.
George frowned as Fri’il barred the door. “Apparently we’ve had guests,” he said.
Rising up on her haunches, Raven shimmered and changed into a naked girl with black hair. “Two men,” she said.
“My, my, should I blush?” Se’and said.
“Does everyone on the whole planet want to rob us?” George shook his head.
Fri’il laughed, “Only those that don’t want to kill us, Milord.”
“Well, then it’s good we’ve sold a good number of those jewels for a decent price,” George added. “We’ll head out at first light.”
“And if they don’t break in tonight, we’ll deal with them on the road tomorrow,” Se’and said. “Perhaps, we’ll get some help from those Guilders you’ve wasted all that money on.”
George glanced at the staff in his hand, which began to glow. “I intend to get a good night’s sleep… We’ll deal with them tomorrow.”
:How are you going to manage that?: the now glowing computer staff asked through their rapport.
“I’m counting on a little support,” he replied as Se’and and Fri’il glanced at him.
The Summoning that shrouded him sighed and mentally whispered,
NO ONE SHALL DISTURB YOU TONIGHT… LEAVE HERE AT FIRST LIGHT.
George nodded and removed his cloak, which went from looking a satin blue to scaled hide. Fri’il looked to Se’and, “You want me to take first shift?”
Se’and looked at Raven, “You up to it?”
She crawled under the covers, “No, I bedtime story want.”
George chuckled, “A story? How about the shepherd boy that was always getting laughed at?”
Raven nodded, grinning as George began to pull off his boots only to
find Se’and helping him. “Well, then, once upon a time there was a boy who loved hearing tales of the terrible war between mankind and elfdom. And one day as he sat perched on the cliff face of the Barrier Mountains he could imagine seeing… blasts of light for – that ancient war.”
He shut his eyes as staff flashed the images from memory of the actual fight… Killing wyverns wasn’t something that bore thinking about.
Taking a deep breath, staff cut off the images. George continued with his tale as Fri’il and Se’and finished disrobing, set out their daggers, then came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He regaled his foster––daughter with Casber’s tale of being laughed at until he brought home the stranger with the odd staff.
Before he finished, Raven was asleep.
The elfblood mageling smiled as he was about to order the two to accompany him to the inn, where they would slit their victims’ throats after he enchanted them into a very deep sleep.
IT WOULD BE BETTER TO ROB THEM OUTSIDE THE TOWN GATES, whispered the thought.
He blinked, “We’ll ambush them on the road… I know the perfect place to trap them.”
Bertin glanced at Towsin, both frowned, nodding.
AND YOU KNOW JUST THE SPELL TO USE ON THEM.
Nodding, he smiled. He knew just the spell.
They did not get as early a start as George might have hoped. : But you did get a good night’s sleep,: staff said.
“Morning, Milord,” Fri’il said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Uh, good morning.”
Se’and said, “The horses are saddled. No sign of trouble yet. Raven’s keeping watch.” He glanced out the window and saw the pale falc with a black crest shaking her wings, perched on the ledge that overlooked the courtyard.
“They’re planning to hit us in a glade about five leagues out of town,” he said.
“Now how do you know that?”
George blinked, “Apparently, I just know.”
YOU ARE WELCOME. NOW GET A MOVE ON. I’M WAITING. He winced as the Summoning pulled on him.
“Hold your horses,”
“Put everythin’ back the way you found it, then let’s talk to the boss.”
Raven bounded into the room as soon as Se’and opened the door. She sniffed and bristled.
George frowned as Fri’il barred the door. “Apparently we’ve had guests,” he said.
Rising up on her haunches, Raven shimmered and changed into a naked girl with black hair. “Two men,” she said.
“My, my, should I blush?” Se’and said.
“Does everyone on the whole planet want to rob us?” George shook his head.
Fri’il laughed, “Only those that don’t want to kill us, Milord.”
“Well, then it’s good we’ve sold a good number of those jewels for a decent price,” George added. “We’ll head out at first light.”
“And if they don’t break in tonight, we’ll deal with them on the road tomorrow,” Se’and said. “Perhaps, we’ll get some help from those Guilders you’ve wasted all that money on.”
George glanced at the staff in his hand, which began to glow. “I intend to get a good night’s sleep… We’ll deal with them tomorrow.”
:How are you going to manage that?: the now glowing computer staff asked through their rapport.
“I’m counting on a little support,” he replied as Se’and and Fri’il glanced at him.
The Summoning that shrouded him sighed and mentally whispered,
NO ONE SHALL DISTURB YOU TONIGHT… LEAVE HERE AT FIRST LIGHT.
George nodded and removed his cloak, which went from looking a satin blue to scaled hide. Fri’il looked to Se’and, “You want me to take first shift?”
Se’and looked at Raven, “You up to it?”
She crawled under the covers, “No, I bedtime story want.”
George chuckled, “A story? How about the shepherd boy that was always getting laughed at?”
Raven nodded, grinning as George began to pull off his boots only to
find Se’and helping him. “Well, then, once upon a time there was a boy who loved hearing tales of the terrible war between mankind and elfdom. And one day as he sat perched on the cliff face of the Barrier Mountains he could imagine seeing… blasts of light for – that ancient war.”
He shut his eyes as staff flashed the images from memory of the actual fight… Killing wyverns wasn’t something that bore thinking about.
Taking a deep breath, staff cut off the images. George continued with his tale as Fri’il and Se’and finished disrobing, set out their daggers, then came over and sat on the edge of the bed. He regaled his foster––daughter with Casber’s tale of being laughed at until he brought home the stranger with the odd staff.
Before he finished, Raven was asleep.
The elfblood mageling smiled as he was about to order the two to accompany him to the inn, where they would slit their victims’ throats after he enchanted them into a very deep sleep.
IT WOULD BE BETTER TO ROB THEM OUTSIDE THE TOWN GATES, whispered the thought.
He blinked, “We’ll ambush them on the road… I know the perfect place to trap them.”
Bertin glanced at Towsin, both frowned, nodding.
AND YOU KNOW JUST THE SPELL TO USE ON THEM.
Nodding, he smiled. He knew just the spell.
They did not get as early a start as George might have hoped. : But you did get a good night’s sleep,: staff said.
“Morning, Milord,” Fri’il said, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.
“Uh, good morning.”
Se’and said, “The horses are saddled. No sign of trouble yet. Raven’s keeping watch.” He glanced out the window and saw the pale falc with a black crest shaking her wings, perched on the ledge that overlooked the courtyard.
“They’re planning to hit us in a glade about five leagues out of town,” he said.
“Now how do you know that?”
George blinked, “Apparently, I just know.”
YOU ARE WELCOME. NOW GET A MOVE ON. I’M WAITING. He winced as the Summoning pulled on him.
“Hold your horses,”
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