Dwarfslayer

25

The door to Chadwick’s Pub opened, and everyone inside looked at the man in the doorway.

Damon and Maurice, prostitutes all around them, sat at the bar. The women moved aside for them to see the man, and the two exchanged looks of confusion.

The rest of the patrons of the pub - people that Damon had chosen specifically - also looked at each other, and barely suppressed their laughter.

The man in the doorway was extremely short. Damon guessed that his head would barely reach his chest, maybe shorter. He carried a bag in his right hand.

After standing still for a few seconds, the man walked in, and approached Damon.

“Damon Dwarfslayer,” he said. “I wish to duel with you.”

Before Damon could answer, Maurice said, “Sorry, mate, you’ll have to wait like the rest of them.”

“What if I paid him a hundred pieces of gold if he wins?”

Maurice shrugged. “I don't know.” He looked at Damon “That's your decision.”

Damon looked at the short man. “Show me the gold.”

The man opened his bag, and Damon peered inside. He wasn’t lying. It sure looked like a hundred pieces of gold.

“Fine,” Damon said. “But I'm guessing you want something if you win?”

“Yes,” the man said. “Your sword.”

“I was expecting you to ask for money, but whatever. Sure.”

“Good. I’ll be outside.” The man turned and left.

Damon dismissed the whores, and stood. As he left to fetch his sword, Maurice stopped him. Damon looked back.

“I know I said it was your choice,” Maurice said, “but are you sure about this? You have had a few drinks.”

“I’ll be fine,” Damon said. He turned, and walked up the stairs to his room.