Midnight Musings around the Campfire
Tlar had just enough time to shout over to the dwarves clustered around the fire, when all hell broke loose in the camp. A figure clothed in dark raiment, with a hooded garmet about his head came charging into the campsite, and tripped straight over Tlar, who was rising to talk to the dwarves.
The figure hit the ground, as the Gully Dwarves rushed to muster whatever weaponry they could find at their disposal, and began to challenge the newcomer. Tlar looked the figure up and down, firelight dancing of his black clothes creating shadows and the illusion that he was there and not there at the same time. Making a mental note to tread carefully around him, Tlar began listening in on the conversation.
It became clear that the man (at least Tlar assumed it was a man), though short in stature, was one able to handle himself, as he calmly accepted a seat around the fire and began speaking with the Gully Dwarves. “I was merely hunting”, the figure said, “when the Trolls that had been tracking me for days finally caught up with me”. The man said his name was Niaka, a student from a famed Martial Arts school somewhere high up in the mountains of the Spine of the World.
After a little time, the Gully Dwarves agreed to let Niaka tag along to West Brindin with them. Tlar feigned sleep as Boisin and Foibur once again resumed their one-sided game of dice.
“So what do yer think now then, Boisy”, asked Foibur“I thinks you best roll them dices Foibs, and say no more ‘bout it”, came the reply
“This is bad fer business yer know … no dwarf in his right mind is gonna buy our stuff wi’ them two hangin’ around the stall”“Worry yerself not, Foibs me half-brother, I’m sure once we gets to West Brindin they’ll be off on their merry way”
“Yeah, s’pose so …by Nerrull, you clot-headed sunnova dragon’s egg … I swears you loaded these damn dice!”
Tlar left them to the game and further pondered how he might use the situation to his advantage. The trading party obviously didn’t really like having him or the newcomer around, but Gully Dwarves, despite their shoddy appearance, lack of manners and intelligence, are generally speaking a hospitable bunch, and felt it only friendly to let Tlar and the stranger tag along.
Observing them, Tlar began to wonder if they were any use at all, except to keep him warm at night round their fire. They didn’t handle their weapons well, they brawled often, they ate what can only be described as slop, and cheated each other at dice. Certainly, Niaka looked at them with disdain.
The figure hit the ground, as the Gully Dwarves rushed to muster whatever weaponry they could find at their disposal, and began to challenge the newcomer. Tlar looked the figure up and down, firelight dancing of his black clothes creating shadows and the illusion that he was there and not there at the same time. Making a mental note to tread carefully around him, Tlar began listening in on the conversation.
It became clear that the man (at least Tlar assumed it was a man), though short in stature, was one able to handle himself, as he calmly accepted a seat around the fire and began speaking with the Gully Dwarves. “I was merely hunting”, the figure said, “when the Trolls that had been tracking me for days finally caught up with me”. The man said his name was Niaka, a student from a famed Martial Arts school somewhere high up in the mountains of the Spine of the World.
After a little time, the Gully Dwarves agreed to let Niaka tag along to West Brindin with them. Tlar feigned sleep as Boisin and Foibur once again resumed their one-sided game of dice.
“So what do yer think now then, Boisy”, asked Foibur“I thinks you best roll them dices Foibs, and say no more ‘bout it”, came the reply
“This is bad fer business yer know … no dwarf in his right mind is gonna buy our stuff wi’ them two hangin’ around the stall”“Worry yerself not, Foibs me half-brother, I’m sure once we gets to West Brindin they’ll be off on their merry way”
“Yeah, s’pose so …by Nerrull, you clot-headed sunnova dragon’s egg … I swears you loaded these damn dice!”
Tlar left them to the game and further pondered how he might use the situation to his advantage. The trading party obviously didn’t really like having him or the newcomer around, but Gully Dwarves, despite their shoddy appearance, lack of manners and intelligence, are generally speaking a hospitable bunch, and felt it only friendly to let Tlar and the stranger tag along.
Observing them, Tlar began to wonder if they were any use at all, except to keep him warm at night round their fire. They didn’t handle their weapons well, they brawled often, they ate what can only be described as slop, and cheated each other at dice. Certainly, Niaka looked at them with disdain.
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