money back.” The men grumbled at the prospect, they had no desire to front the law.
“What do you suggest?”
“How much did he pay you all in total?”
“We got eight silver pieces each. That's for two weeks work.”
“Well you have been working for less than a day, I will be generous, keep three coins each for your troubles and hand over the rest.” He looked to Keera who rolled her eyes but nodded.
The three guards huddled for a moment then turned back and the lead guard stuck out his hand,
“Done.”
They shook and handed back five pieces each and Wollfen handed them to Keera, he then turned to Attley making a give it up motion with his hand. The man grudgingly reached into his nightshirt producing a pouch which Wollfen took, he opened it up and dumped the contents into his hand, there was thirty pieces of silver not fifteen. Wollfen scowled at Attley who just sat there with a pained look on his face.
“Alright, we will be on our way then, just make sure you don't try fleecing anyone else in future Attley, the next bunch of people may not be so forgiving. I know you understand this.” The man nodded timidly,
“But what am I to do now?” Wollfen shook his head,
“It's not our problem the predicament that you have gotten yourself into, but I may suggest you turn your wagons around and head back to Comberwell, then do some trading. After all that's the business you are in.”
The man meekly looked down as Wollfen mounted his horse and signaled the others.
“Let's get going, we have a long ride ahead.”
Chapter Three
Outrock
The four riders sat at the bar, the two men unshaven and all of them looking well worn from a long time out in the wilds, they had been riding over a week to get here. It was Wollfen and his companions having traveled far south at a good pace that found them tired and sore after such a long ride with only a few hours a night sleep. He had deliberately set a cracking pace to see how the others would hold up and they had done well. While there had been some griping on the trail they had held together well and worked in cooperation without too much input from him. Yes they had performed admirably.
There had been a clash with three orcs a couple of days ago and Wollfen had held back letting the other three work out their own attack. Kane had taken the lead without hesitation and it hadn't taken long to dispatch the creatures. Yes the group so far had proved their mettle and he was pleased. He only need find a few more people to complete the group and then he could start focusing on special training.
“Well I'm tired and worn out, I won't hide the fact, I need a hot bath to soak in.” Kane sniffed himself,
“I can't say I smell too good either.”
Solynne turned up her nose at his comment,
“Don't come near me, I have been smelling you for the last week, you reek.” Kane gave her a dark look and Keera chuckled.
The three of them were glad to have the trail done and be taking a break, the last week had pushed them for sure and they felt it. But at the same time they felt pleased with themselves too, Outrock would normally be a two week ride. It was the last large town in the southern districts of the Kingdom, an out of the way place that no one gave a second thought to. Anyone of regard that is, the place had more than it's fair share of outlaws and vagabonds.
It was to be expected, Kingdom soldiers or government officials hardly ever set foot this far south, there wasn't much here to preside over. Outrock as the name implied lay on the edge of the rocky outlands here to the south east, while there was still forests to be seen they were far thinner here and the ground was dry. The hills further on were lashed by high winds that kept the greenery from taking too much of a foothold. In every direction you looked it was rocky and dusty.
Keera turned to a barmaid and called out,
“Another round of ale here please, we are parched.”
The barmaid nodded and moved
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