Blue Moon Rising

Chapter 35: Bittersweet Sixteen (III)

Vendel and NotEnrique 'talk'. Atlas and the gang discuss what to do about the Stalkling.

All and all, this is shaping up to be the worst birthday ever.

Notes:

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Just when he thought the stupidity in Trollmarket reached its limit, the two worst offenders blocked his path, proving him wrong.

Vendel had enough trouble in his life as it was. The Oni clan caused quite the ruckus today in the eastern district after a member of the Red Hats punched one of their clan's leaders. And of course, as usual, the Red Hats were being tight-lipped about the entire affair. If he had to listen to another of Webgrowl's 'philosophical' rants about gnomes and the seizing the means of metal can production, he was going to kill someone.

But no. Vendel took a deep breath, held it for a few moments, then released it. He had to think logically. Thousands of years of tiny annoyances were far better than any war. Trolls got angry with each other; it was a fact. He was Trollmarket's leader for a reason. They chose him. He could not let them down. Especially not now, in the midst of Gunmar's very possible return.

Which was why he slowed his pace, allowing AAARRRGGHH!!! and Blinky to catch up with him. He was there for the people, including those that irritated him.

"Dare I ask the reason you two are following me?" Vendel asked dryly. The two trolls stopped in their tracks, most likely surprised he noticed them. While his eyesight was poor, his smell and hearing were still going strong. Well, for now.

Blinky's eyes brightened. "Ah, Vendel! Just the troll we've been looking for."

"Don't stop looking on my account," he muttered, continuing his way down the street. The two males followed, catching up to him within seconds.

"We have someone important to show you," Blinky explained, two hands pressed together under his chin while the others were gripped firmly behind his back. A discouraging sign. "It is imperative that you look upon this."

AAARRRGGHH!!! let down the bag he carried across his shoulder. A small moving bag. By Deya's Grace, what had these two fools done now?

His mind ran through several ideas of what it could be—a gnome, a goblin, a human babe—but none of them fit the sounds the bag was making.