Elandria, The Web of Destiny

Chapter 3 (Tiamus)- A Job for Two.

The darkest corner of The Rosweater Inn is rather comfortable for just the two of us. Our morning breakfast after a good night's sleep has been a welcome respite. I look across the table at Navirah, my lovely traveling companion who I have come to care for slowly. She is hooded just as I am to remain somewhat private but it is hard for her to hide her slightly glowing skin, and deep bright amber eyes. Her softness is felt before it's heard but her calm, timid personality makes me feel at home no matter where we are. She has bleach blonde hair which frames a gentle oval face. Like Yin and Yan we're inseparable but completely opposite. It's rather mind boggling how much I have appreciated her company. A waitress interrupts my thought momentarily, as a busty half-orc woman comes by placing a mug on the table. "Everything going well I hope, dears?" her voice drops to a whisper "Compliments of mr. Philton." Now I see inside the mug is not ale but rather a bag of coins. I hand the bag to Navirah who stows it away in our belongings. "Thank you."

Just as she begins walking away the door to the inn bursts open, a large man comes storming through looking wildly around the establishment looking for someone. Oh great, not this asshole again. Behind the hood over my head he still manages to spot me, likely from my horns. He locks gaze onto us and stomps his way over. "Devil toad mother fucker. Think you can steal from me!?" I remain seated sipping on a nog I bought previously.

"If you have any qualms you can take it up with Philton. I have no issues with you. You had a debt, I paid it for you, you should be thanking me." Navirah remains quiet on the other side of the table. Which he punches as soon as he reaches it shaking the dishware strung out across it.

"You're gonna give me my gold back." I look up at him unimpressed, under the table I grab my shortsword in its sheath ready for a fight.

"Or what big boy?"

"Take it outside Brutus." a voice calls from the bar.

"I'm not leaving my seat 'Brutus" so you might as well take it up with your old boss." I turn towards Navirah to show I have no inclination that he is a threat. Of course this infuriates him and he clocks me in the back of the head. Okay, now I'm pissed. I burst out of the booth and in one fluid motion draw, then slice across his chest twice. Navirah stands behind me placing a hand on my back to soften the blow I just received, a yellow and white light shines for a brief moment, then she mutters a word of blessing over me, something she's done once before "Pock." Brutus grabs a club on his side swinging wide trying to hit me, but I duck right out of the way before bounding right back at him for 2 more slashes right across his chest. The onslaught causes him to fall backwards into an unoccupied table tripping over it and falling to the ground. He stays there holding his chest which is bleeding profusely. "I TOLD HIM TO TAKE IT OUTSIDE"

"Sorry for the troubles ma'am. Navirah, please pay her for her troubles and to clean up this mess." She nods silently and walks over to the counter placing a few gold pieces in front of the woman. I turn back to Brutus:

"Are you going to be any more trouble?" He shakes his head slowly in defeat.

A hand placed lightly on my arm tells me Navirah has returned to my side. "Ready to go Tiamus?" Her soft voice instantly calms my nerves from the quick fight. I nod, sheathe my swords, and leave the establishment.

"Let's see if we can get any more work." and we head back to our previous place of business, the local general store known as "Goldbeard Miscellaneous.' A rather clean and put together place run by a ruthless businessman named Philton Goldbeard. Somehow he has racked up a long list of debts owed TO him by many denizens of Evercast and offered us coin to settle the outstanding accounts. "Good morning mr. GOldbeard." I say walking up to the counter. Currently going through some ledgers, he did not see us come in but now looks up. "Come back for more work have ye? Did ye get yer payment for yesterd'y?" He's a short but stout dwarven man, his white beard is cut short and he wears a monocle. He's covered in fine clothes and smells of expensive perfumes.