Sacred Elements Book 1 Crim Tälias FIRE

Fendolrig

Chapter 3

The Tribe began to look and treat Rin a little differently since the encounter on the fields of Ashiroth. On many occasions people would come from apparently nowhere and show him their appreciation and respect. It had been about five weeks since the birth of Crescent and the largest skirmish in Fire tribe history.

Wing took a mental note in regard to the change in the nomadic people. She noticed that all nine tribes began to consult Rin in various ways. Especially when it came to matters of grave importance such as diplomacy, trade, and security.

She began teasing Rin about it. "If this keeps up they're going to soon call you Revered or Honored Elder." Wing smiled slyly.

"Thanks. " Rin said dryly. Not thinking that his wife's sarcasm was funny.

A day or so later they spotted a stout old man walking along the road. The sun was high and the heat beamed down upon them. The grass in the area was beginning to turn brown and the air was musty hot and dry. These weather conditions where a clear indication that the dry season was well underway. The Fire Tribe was following the same road with their herd. But, proceeding in the opposite direction of the old man. When they got close to one another he stopped to have a conversation with the ever wondering people of Fire. Rin approached the old man as the representative of the people of fire.

"I was hopins that wes could be hav'n a trade of information. Be'n dat wes both just cum from da direction either of us is going." He smiled.

His funny accent somehow fit perfectly with the way he looked. He was a short old man with a rough, weathered and wise look about him. His skin tone was tanned light brown and leathery. Indicating that although he was fair skinned he spent most of his time out doors. He had pure white hair and ruddy wrinkled clothing. He also had a fairly pungent stench coming from him that smelled oddly of sulfur.

"I best warn ya thou. Thurr bes a 'hole lot of monsters down thurr." Pointing in the direction he just came from with his thumb. His voice was stricken with worry and concern.

"That's alright." Rin smiled and he stood a little taller. A cool breeze swept passed and he told the man. "We have plenty of tribes men here that are skilled with elements. So I'd say that we can more or less handle ourselves." His tone was impassive. But there was pride hidden underneath his remark.

"I just thought ya ought t'know." The old man had a very serious look on his face as he peered at Rin. Catching on quickly. But, it wasn't just that. There was something else in the way this man looked at them.

Rin's earlier description of the man still stood stout, old, wrinkled, weathered and wise looking. But upon closer inspection he found many interesting elements that simply added to the old mans inherent charm. His robes were very unique because it had various pockets on the inside and outside. Connected to a short cape that covered the pocket above the waist of the tunic. There were viles sticking out of each pocket and each contained something different. He gave the old man a inquisitively look. Smiling a little.

"Just who are you?" Rin asked as one of his eyebrows slowly rose.

"Oh, pard'n mes rudeness mes name be Fendolrig." He said while grinning.

"Fen-dol-rig!" Rin tried to pronounce his new friends name.

"Yup, Fendolrig it is." His face lit up like a small child. He actually looked quite a few years younger.

"I'm Rin and we are the people of Fire." He pointed to the rest of the tribe.

"Tis a pleasure to meet chews, mes be an alchemist." He continued. "Or at least dat's what me think it's called." Scratching the back of his head.