Damon awoke with a slight headache, and a pounding at the door.
“Damon! It’s noon! You’re late!” Maurice said from the other side.
Damon threw the covers off, and rushed to get dressed.
Maurice knocked again.
“Coming!” Damon said. He had finished dressing, and was looking for his sword. He couldn’t see it anywhere.
“Do I have to knock this door down?” Maurice said.
“Please, not again. Just wait a bit. I can’t find my sword!”
“You lost your sword last week, idiot. I have a new one right here, if you’ll just open up!”
Damon stopped. “Oh, yeah.” He turned opened the door. “Guess I had to much to drink.”
Maurice sighed, and rubbed his forehead. “Are you okay to fight?”
“Yeah.” Damon grabbed the sword. “I won the tournament half-drunk, you know.”
With that, he took the sword, and disappeared downstairs, leaving Maurice staring back, questioning the sanity of the man he did business with.
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Dwarfslayer
FantasyDamon Dwarfslayer is an outcast among the people of Royston. His entire life amounts to nothing, until he hears the story of his legendary ancestor, the Dwarfslayer, and inherits the famed sword of the same name. Under the guidance of his father, he...
