Part man, Part Elf, All action.
- Bergendy Brewery, Morrisen -
“Is it really worth going here for a tub of beer?”, Garrick asked of the evidently fatigued Half-elf beside him.
“It’s not just beer, mate, it’s Lager,” he replied. Wahrsager loved Bergendy Lager, and it was all he needed to soothe all the wounds, physical and otherwise, that he endured during the unruly debauchery that had happened earlier. “You should appreciate me taking you here, especially after those last couple o’ boots to the face you gave me. That goddamn hurts a lot, you know?”
Garrick indulged the mortal and assumed that he did not know yet of his less than divine disposition.
“Had I not defended myself, your arrows would’ve made mincemeat of my limbs. You shoot well, friend.”
Wahrsager’s eyes straightened and his concentration on his companion was amplified, unopposed by the alcohol he was already imbibing in great amounts.
“Now then, Garrick, stop trying to pull one over me. It’s the least you owe me after I pledged servitude to your cause.” Wahrsager continued on in his inquiry.
“You did not even bleed. A thousand arrows and bolts were fired, and not a single drop of blood did you shed. I intentionally tried to break your sword arm in three different places, and still you lift a stein as I would a child’s doll. Tell me, what have I gotten myself into? Do I walk with demons now? Well, not that I’d mind.”
Garrick let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the hardwood walls.
“You parley now neither with gods nor devils, rest assured. I am but a lowly Servitor granted the capability to exercise my Lord Dragon’s will.”
Wahrsager could not help but to interject. “Dragon, you say? Is this the same…” Garrick cut him off.
“Should you accept thy mission, thou shalt be privy to the same treatment as I have had, and the same shalt be expected of thou. I cannot tell thee as much as the Lord Dragon can, but in essence, we are here to instigate change. I took this charge because I feel that the people of Rohan deserve better than to play hostage to a cadre of arrogant and, most probably, insane, gods. Are we forever to be ants among the afterbirth? Are we not to learn of the Dragons’ fate and not do anything to avenge their honour? We cannot forever be slaves to unseen threats. But, the Lord Dragon has shown me the prospect of life without the Five and the way to move forward. Having been assigned this task now is reward enough; to know that we may have hope in truly freeing this world is but a bonus.”
He bottomed his mug of the liquor, took a deep breath, and stood up to face Wahrsager, whose face was all but questioning.
“What say you, young woodsman? Would thou protect the fate of the populace with us, or would you rather just enjoy a life of drunken revelry every single day of the rest of your life?”
“I have one condition.” Wahrsager said with a fierce voice.
“Name it.” Garrick replied.
“Do not ever, ever, ever, ever, ever…” Wahrsager paused to catch his breath, then resumed his tirade. “…ever, ever, ever. Utter the word ‘Half-breed’ ever again in my presence. Kapeesh? Or I will find a way to gut your neck while you sleep.”
Garrick answered without a single hint of hesitation, and with a resolute respect. “Agreed.” A single word that wrought so much meaning for both men.
The Half-elf stood up and met Garrick face to face. He eyed the tall Human from toe to ear.
“You don’t ever get drunk too, do ya?”
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The Land Of Rohan
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