Arandor
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Descending into the basement, Nemt saw Sir Pensel sitting on a barrel and sipping fermented carrot juice. Two guards and a castle servant stood nearby, the servant holding another bottle of juice and a towel. Pensel himself looked a little worn.
- What are you doing standing around here?! - Nemt exclaimed, addressing the guards. - Get back to your posts!
The warriors grabbed their weapons and quickly marched deeper into the corridor, stopping at a crack in the wall.
- You've been gone a long time. Are you alright? - the wizard asked. - You look...
- I know, - the knight interrupted, - But it's nothing, it'll heal in a couple of days.
- As you wish, - Nemt agreed, examining his comrade's wounds. - So, what did you find in the Dungeon? Were our assumptions correct?
- Not exactly, it's much worse, - Pensel replied, taking another sip. - Where is Radonar? I need to tell him everything.
- He's upstairs, preparing for the banquet... But I think he'll find time to discuss this.
- Good, then let's go, - the knight stood up from the barrel, wiped his face with the towel, and followed the wizard. - By the way, it wouldn't hurt to send a few more guards down here, - he added.
Meanwhile, Radonar had finished talking with the lizard leader and was about to send him to the guest rooms, but then three guards appeared around the corner, leading a man in dirty clothes. The man was trying to resist, appealing to the law, and demanding to be released. Radonar recognized his old friend, who now worked as a blacksmith.
- Let him go! - the king demanded.
The guards immediately obeyed the order, leaving the blacksmith alone. He grinned contentedly, adjusted his clothes, and walked briskly towards Radonar.
- Your Majesty, - he began, - I was just looking for you.
- Me?
- Yes, it's your birthday today, and I brought you a gift.
- A gift? - the king was surprised, - That's very... nice.
- It will be even nicer when you see it, - the blacksmith assured him cheerfully, and took out a package, which he immediately began to unwrap. However, noticing the lizard standing nearby, he stopped and looked at it suspiciously.
- This is Utay Zilar, our friend and ruler of the eastern lands, - Radonar introduced his guest. - And this, - he turned his gaze to his comrade, - is Lecon Mogrin, a former member of the Order of the Flaming Hand, and now one of the court armorers.
- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lecon.
- Likewise, - the blacksmith replied gloomily, and returned to his gift. After making a few more hand movements, he finally unwrapped the package and solemnly presented its contents to the king.
- What are you doing standing around here?! - Nemt exclaimed, addressing the guards. - Get back to your posts!
The warriors grabbed their weapons and quickly marched deeper into the corridor, stopping at a crack in the wall.
- You've been gone a long time. Are you alright? - the wizard asked. - You look...
- I know, - the knight interrupted, - But it's nothing, it'll heal in a couple of days.
- As you wish, - Nemt agreed, examining his comrade's wounds. - So, what did you find in the Dungeon? Were our assumptions correct?
- Not exactly, it's much worse, - Pensel replied, taking another sip. - Where is Radonar? I need to tell him everything.
- He's upstairs, preparing for the banquet... But I think he'll find time to discuss this.
- Good, then let's go, - the knight stood up from the barrel, wiped his face with the towel, and followed the wizard. - By the way, it wouldn't hurt to send a few more guards down here, - he added.
Meanwhile, Radonar had finished talking with the lizard leader and was about to send him to the guest rooms, but then three guards appeared around the corner, leading a man in dirty clothes. The man was trying to resist, appealing to the law, and demanding to be released. Radonar recognized his old friend, who now worked as a blacksmith.
- Let him go! - the king demanded.
The guards immediately obeyed the order, leaving the blacksmith alone. He grinned contentedly, adjusted his clothes, and walked briskly towards Radonar.
- Your Majesty, - he began, - I was just looking for you.
- Me?
- Yes, it's your birthday today, and I brought you a gift.
- A gift? - the king was surprised, - That's very... nice.
- It will be even nicer when you see it, - the blacksmith assured him cheerfully, and took out a package, which he immediately began to unwrap. However, noticing the lizard standing nearby, he stopped and looked at it suspiciously.
- This is Utay Zilar, our friend and ruler of the eastern lands, - Radonar introduced his guest. - And this, - he turned his gaze to his comrade, - is Lecon Mogrin, a former member of the Order of the Flaming Hand, and now one of the court armorers.
- Pleased to meet you, Mr. Lecon.
- Likewise, - the blacksmith replied gloomily, and returned to his gift. After making a few more hand movements, he finally unwrapped the package and solemnly presented its contents to the king.
Be strong. Believe
