story #13 : Back to Weldon

Back to Weldon

The book had grown. Not a lot but it had grown. Already from one tavern and a boat ride to Ioda he had already gained a hand full of tales to add to his novel. But still he though, "Is that enough?". This was of course before the halfling trickster "stole" the half orc barbarian's nose.

Rule number one of adventuring: Don't try to be clever with a barbarian. They are usually too stupid to get the joke.

This would be one of Weldon's first, and not last, encounter of a bar fight. The barbarian flipped the table and lunged at the halfling. Suddenly the whole room suddenly erupted in chaos. Nobody knew who was fighting who. Weldon struggled to get out of the fray. Then there came a bottle. From out of the combat one bottle flew out and cracked Weldon on thew back of his head. Then there was darkness.

Or at least there would have been. However, just before the bottle hit him it was shot out of the air, literally. The arrow which pierced it came from her bow. Now I know what you are thinking, who is she? Well, that is a very long story. As you may remember I talked about the dark elves in my piece on the elves. I did however fail to add some very important details on them as a people. They have been demonised in Thraindhne, most people think dark elves are evil and mysterious people. There is much to this but I don't wish to go to deep into that now. Ned-less to say, she was not evil.

Weldon spun around to the sound of the bottle shattering behind him. He suddenly had to duck before a chair would take his head off. She rushed over to him and got him down before another bottle could land on him.

"Lets get you out of here before you get yourself killed" she hissed in his ear.

With her covering him Weldon exited the building unharmed. the whole time thinking to himself about how often this might happen. Once out side he turned to her and said, "Thank you very much, you saved me more then once back there. Have you ever thought about being a bodyguard?"

"Not really... how much are you willing to pay?". Weldon suddenly realised that she had a strange accent that he couldn't exactly place.

"Three gold pieces a day plus accommodations."

She grinned, "I'll take it.". She put out her hand to shake, "I'm Nathela. And you are?"

He shuck her hand, "Weldon."

"Well Weldon what are you doing that needs a bodyguard?"

"Well," he smiles, "That is a long story..."