Mystoria: Trail of Thorns (Cancelled)

Chapter 5 (Posted 10-15-2020)

Chapter 5

Chronology: [1c]

POV: [Un]

Probable Chapter: [5]

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"I think ya need ta leave."

The girl looked up at him with her creepy misshapen eyes. The dark brown irises scanned him from head to foot and back again. Then she dismissed his existence putting the knife back to the wood and peeling yet another strip that fell to his floor.

"Did ya even hear me?"

"Jurin!" Called a dwarven man from another table.

"Aye?"

"Get me two pints of ale and take some friendly advice. Best be leavin' that one alone."

"She's making a mess all over my floor."

"Then charge her a cleaning fee. Ain't worth it. Whole shipment of 'em hit port 'bout a month ago. Rebel exiles the whole lot of 'em."

Jurin took a step back from the strange woman.

"How 'bout them ales?"

"Right."

"Since ya seem a little nervous now. How 'bout I make it worse." The dwarf grinned through his beard.

"How about ya don't." the innkeeper replied while filling a clay tankard.

"Well there's no fun in that. Think 'bout it. The lass clearly don't speak a word, so she's new. She's wearin' fairly decent armor. Ya think some rich fop picked her up as a bodyguard?"

Jurin set the tankard on the table. "Sure."

"Aye, could be, but did she come in with some rich fop?"

The innkeeper frowned. "She's alone as far as I can tell."

"Aye." The dwarf grinned. Or maybe he just bared his teeth. "I've dealt with enough of you humans to know some of ya are right fucked up in the head. My coin's on some fop picking her up 'cause she's exotic. Gets a little handsy. Ends up layin' in a pool of his own blood."

"Then how'd she get the armor."

The dwarf shrugged. "Fair enough. Maybe rich fop sent her on an errand. In a place where she ain't speak a word. Best just leave the lass alone."

"Hmph. Sure."

Corrin grabbed his two tankard and left the innkeep. Making his way to the foreign human he set his mugs on her table and slid one over to her. The girl's eyes went up to him and narrowed.

The dwarf put his hands up. "Not hittin' on ya lass, promise. Just a little peace offerin'."

The woman took her tankard and dropped it back in front of Corrin, then she took his instead.

"Ah, cautious. Good on ya. Keep ya alive longer. I'm assuming ya don't speak a word of the Myistorian tongue do ya? So I'm a little unsure how to explain this." Corrin reached into his coin purse then pointed at her spear. "I've got a job that needs a few more hands. I'd like to hire ya." He dropped the coins onto the table.

The Anorian girl looked from her spear to the coins. Her eyes bore into the dwarf as she frowned.

"No, no, no. I don't want to purchase yar spear. I want to purchase yar ability to use it." He sighed and pulled his axe. She flinched. Good reflexes, but Corrin ignored the motion. "See here. I fight things." He waved his axe. "Then I get paid." Corrin grabbed the coins off the table. "Ok so I want ya to fight for me." He pointed at her, then to her spear. "Then I pay ya see?" Placing the coins back on the table he waited. A wild grin crossed his breaded face. That look probably meant that she got it.