Angelsson

Chapter: V

I woke up to the sound of a rooster. I groggily woke up, and got into a sitting position. I looked around the room, just to make sure nothing is missing.

"Heh, there is. My ten pieces." I said to myself

I rolled out of bed, and I got dressed. From what I remembered, there was free breakfast being served. I decided it's for the best, so I got my sword and sheath, attached the sheath to my belt, and then put my sword in the sheath.

As I began to open the door, I remembered that I would be leaving after breakfast. So I returned to the side of my bed. I picked up my quiver and bow, slung it over my shoulder, and made sure it's not too loose, but not too tight. I then picked up the dagger carefully, and I put it in my pouch.

I opened my door, looked around the room, and then headed off to the bar.

As it seemed, I was the first one up, because the only person there was the bartender...and a girl. She was about my height, maybe 14, and had a sword attached to her belt. She wore a cloak that hid most of her, so I couldn't describe her any further. She also had a pearl dagger in her hand. And with it, she was carving something into the counter.

I walked over to her, and I sat next to her.

"Go away." She said, hostilely.

"Why should I?" I asked, waving over the bartender.

"Because...you should." She said, putting her dagger away.

As the bartender arrived, the girl pulled her hood down. Her hair was black, and it rolled down her shoulders like a waterfall. Her hair was also shoulder length. Her eyes were hazel, and it looked like she hadn't slept all night. She also had a faint glow around her...

"How may I help you?" asked the bartender.

I looked up, and said, "Yes, what's for breakfast?"

The bartender went over to two side-by-side kegs of beer, and picked up a paper. He then came back and slid the paper over to me. I caught it, and I read it. It said:

"Sunny Side Up Eggs,

Steak,

Bread,

Any Sort Of Drink"

"I'll have some eggs, bread, and a drink of water." I said, after reading the list.

The bartender nodded, and went behind a door to go start cooking. I turned back to the girl and said, "So, what brings you here?"

She muttered something, then said, "Nothing..."

"Nothing? Then shouldn't you be at your home by now?" I asked.

"Why are you here?" she snapped at me.

"Because I needed to get my pay for the buck I shot two nights ago." I said, coolly.

Her face turned red, then she pulled up her hood. "Just go away." She said.

"I'm sorry, miss, but I need to eat before I go out to...to where ever I might go next." I said.

She said nothing, and she waited. I waited along too.

Soon the bartender returned with two plates. One had a sunny side up egg and a piece of bread, and the other had a piece of steak and some bread. The bartender put down the plates with a clatter. He pushed them to us, and said, "What was it that you wanted to drink, young man?"

"Water." I said.

He nodded, and went to the back for some water. I looked at my meal. It was a peace of rosemary olive bread, and next to that was a disk of white with a circle of yellow in the center. A fork and a knife was provided for me. I picked up the fork, and I began to eat the egg.

The bartender came out, and he placed a glass of water in front of me.

"Thank you." I said.

"Your welcome." he said, turning to the girl.

"And would you like something to drink?" He said.

"No. I can get my own water at the river." She said, and then she began to eat.

I devoured the food, and I drank the water. The water felt good on my throat, as it slid down it like an icy river. I placed the cup down, and I got up.

I fished out a piece, and I placed it on the counter. "Just a tip as my thanks to you." I said to the bartender.

He nodded, and picked up the coin. As I passed the girl, I took out the dagger. I placed it in front of her, and I said, "And a tip for being so nice to me."

I began to walk away, when I heard the clatter of a chair. I turned around, and I saw the girl begin to walk toward me. She bumped my shoulder as she walked by me to the door. As she went out the door, I yelled over to her, "Your welcome!"

She ignored me.

I took out the room key I had the previous night, and I tossed it to the bartender. He caught it, and placed it on a rack. He nodded in thanks, and so I went out the door. I looked at the ground and I saw little glowing footsteps, walking out of the village.

"So, my suspicions were right..." I said under my breath.

I began to walk back to the butcher's house, thinking that I just ate breakfast with what could have been my death. I accepted the fact, because I have danced with death many times. As I got to the butcher's house, I saw the rack with the skins on it. I walked over to the rack, and I began to examine them.

I came upon a buck hide, with a small cloth sack attached to it. On the sack it said:

"James Angelsson"

I picked up the hide, and I began to walk to the nearest smithy. It was a small shack, with an open wall. The smith there was banging away on a red hot piece of metal. I watched him as I waited. He suddenly put the metal in the fire, and he waited for a while. Then, he took it out quickly, and began to bang it again.

He continued this process until the metal took shape of a saw of some sort. He then put the metal in a bucket of water. Soon, he took it out again, and put it in the fire. He continued this process. Finally, after a while, he stopped.

"Whew. Hello, young lad. How may I be of help?" He asked, whipping his brow.

"I need a dagger." I said.

"Oh? What for?" said the smith

"Hunting." I said, lying.

The smith nodded, then said, "Ah. What kind of metal do you want it to be? Iron, steel,"

"Obsidian." I said, cutting him off.

"Obsidian? That's quite a rare thing to find. Unless you have that kind of mineral on you, I don't have it." He said, putting his hands on his hips.

I grunted, nodded, then said, "Hold on. I'll be right back. My pack is around the corner."

I walked to behind the smithy, and began to chant.

"Naidisbo deen Ie." I said.

Soon, a rock erupted from the ground, and landed in my hand. I nodded, then went back to the smith.