"The Adventures of Arawyn and Acteon"

"Monty the Mongul"

We gathered the ingredients we needed and proceeded to the line where people purchased their goods. Green notes were worth more than silver coins and copper coins were the least. Keep hardly ever gave us a fetch quest that required notes.

"Two green notes and fifty silver coins." the merchant stated unamused. She was a blonde girl, maybe around sixteen or seventeen years of age. She would honestly look pretty if she smiled more.

"Here you go." I counted out ten silver coins.

The girl registered the transaction and deposited the coin into a mechanized contraption that was no doubt Dwarven in nature. Dwarves were uncommon in these lands, but they hail from a far away place called Chinnan or the Kingdom of Dwarves. Dwarves were well known for their craftsmanship and many of the technologies here were made in Chinnan.

Acteon and I were tavern bound, sacks in hand. The tavern came into view and we were ready to relax after our quest. The sun was beginning to set. Our legs were aching and that's when we heard a voice sound off in the distance behind us.

"Hey! Arawyn, Acteon!"

We knew that voice. It sent shivers down our spines and our stomachs sank to the soles of our boots. It was Monty the Mongul. A large, vicious, mean, cruel barbarian with strength equal to none. His hair was spiked up and jet black, as were his eyes.

"What's in the bag?" he snarled trudging toward us with his massive club. He came close enough to make sure we knew how much taller and bigger he was.

"J..just groceries for our mom." Acteon said clinching the straps of his backpack.

I position myself behind Acteon, "Yeah Monty. It's just groceries. Our mom wants these back soon so can you just give us a break today?"

Monty smirked at us in the most condescending way possible.
"That's cute." he said tapping his baseball bat in the palm of his hand.

"Well lemme take a look in your backpack and I'll be on my way."

Acteon hung his head in defeat and began pulling the straps from around his shoulders. Monty the Mongul has defeated us before but this time I've had it! He will not win this time.

"Wait." I said thinking of a plan.

"Actually, Monty. We have these drinks, new drinks we saw at the store."

I set the pack on the ground and rummage through it, unbeknownst to Monty the Mongul, I uncap the one of the two stun potions Bogre gave to us not long ago. Making sure I loosened the cap inside the pack as to not let Monty see, a powerful foul odor streamlined from the bottle to my nostrils. It was so vile and putrid that I had to maintain my best poker face. Afterall one of my key traits was knowledge and It would get us out of this situation.

Acteon was more an elusive cunning type with a smaller but faster body, so I knew he would be ready.

"You know Monty. Acteon and I don't want any trouble nor a meeting with your club. We purchased this new flavored energy potion so it I give it to you, will you let us go?" I stated slyly.

Monty the club wielding Mongul flared his nostrils. "A new energy potion? Well cough it up weakling" he said extending his hand out.

Acteon remained silent and confused as I picked the pack up and held it tightly to my chest with one hand inside of it.

"It's here somewhere. Oh! I here it is!" I shouted before chucking the stun potion at him.

The brownish yellow liquid exited the bottle in a spiral toward Monty and hit his chest. The liquid splashed all over his neck, chest, and chin. The smell amplified ten-fold. Acteon and I immediately accelerated into a sprint. Monty's face filled with disgust and detest. The stun potion worked! The barbarian dropped his club and the liquid dripped off his finger tips.

"What the hell Arawyn?! You're going to get us killed!" Acteon panted. "What kind of paralyze potion was that?"

"I have no idea but it smelled like shit!" I shouted .

I turned my head to catch a glimpse of Monty and the distance he was from us. This was the angriest I've ever seen Monty and he gave chase with his club in hand. His berserker rage kicked in and every footstep could be heard as it stomped violently into the ground. I could see dust kick-up from the heels of his feet as he charged toward us like a bull.

My eyes began to water for a few reasons; I was sprinting so fast that the wind blew into my eyes, I was frantic because I didn't want to get beaten to death, and I was laughing so hard that my run turned into a half skip because of the pain in my sides. Acteon was just plain focused on getting to the tavern. I turn my head again to see Monty the Mongul stopped chasing us and was bent over with his hands on his knees dry heaving and gagging. I think the paralyzing potion finally got to him. We slowed to a jog and safely completed our journey by entering the Lightfeather Tavern and setting the pack down on the bar counter.