So far, the journey toward the foot of the mountain range was still peaceful. In Theodorics standards, they haven't met much trouble yet. Goblins, Mandragoras, Dustiness, Argos and Savage weren't problems yet.
When afternoon came, Firnheild was up by the gentler slopes of Mjoinir. It would then take them some four more days to reach Al de Baran. The men set up their camp in a clearing while the women prepared food. It was a tiring day.
"Ugh, what is this?" Altair grimaced as he spewed up what Wealthow served him as ragout.
"Seriously, do you people know what REAL ragout tastes like? Eewbugger, I think I'll have diarrhea next"
Signy frowned deeply. "For your information I cooked that."
Theodoric, who was just about to swallow his first mouthful, changed his mind and spat the contents back into the bowl.
"What is wrong with you, people?" Signy stood up, fuming.
"Nothing's wrong with my ragout!"
"Yeah, nothing's wrong except the taste, yeah." Theodoric added helpfully.
Signy picked up her shoulder bag and whacked it into Theodorics face. The loud clank from it confirmed ankle traps and snares. Altair Thorne stood up and rolled his sleeves.
"I'll show you what REAL ragout tastes like." He said.
"Wait there."
Altair went over to the cooking pot and carelessly threw the contents away.
"HOW DARE YOU!" Signy shrieked. "I COOKED THAT!"
But Altair just waved a gloved hand impatiently and started chopping up new vegetables and another fresh slice of meat. Wealthow watched him with a smile playing on her gentle lips.
"Lets see how Albertans excel in gourmet, shall we?" she grinned.
"You'd be forgetting who you are after you sample my dish." Altair said proudly.
"I'm not just a Blacksmith, but also a Chef!"
At this, Signy frowned even deeper and stuck her tongue out at Altair.
"I've just noticed" said Theodoric, looking around. "Where the heck is Sibyl?"
Wealthow looked up. "What? Oh now that's a mystery, she was here a minute ago"
"And Nervy?" Altair asked.
"He said he'd go bathe in a nearby river." Wealthow replied as she returned to her Bible.
Altair and Signy caught each others eye.
"I smell danger." Signy tried to hide a laugh. "Don't you, Altair?"
"No, I'm smelling something worse, if that's what you mean." The Blacksmith smiled mischievously.
"Something a lot more deeper"
Theodoric stood up. "Now look here, what does Nerva have that I don't? I mean, I'm a lot more handsome, you know and I definitely know how to SMILE"
"Well, the fact that Nerva has BRAINS and that he isn't reckless like a monkey with a club" Signy spoke in a voice of mock concern.
"I have brains!" Theodoric protested.
"And most definitely I'm not a monkey with a club!"
Altair giggled shrilly as he dropped the vegetables into the simmering pot. "Ah, now maybe it's in the face"
"I am not starved-looking!" Theodoric burst out, puffing out his cheeks.
"See? I'm not thin!"
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War of Emperium
FanfictionThey said he was crazy, but I never believed them. He was sane as you and me. He was, though, accused of a crime that he never admitted although evidences were strictly against him. Disclaimer: not mine
