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I had just caught up with the rest of the group as they were finishing their lunch. Stopping to catch my breath, I watched as T’chak and Rat stood up from the small patch of grass they’d been sitting on. “Ah, Rickter, there you are. I was wondering if you’d catch up in time to[…]
I woke to the face of the shopkeeper’s daughter, eyes bloodshot and face stained by tears. Small white arms wrapped around my neck when she saw I’d woken up. “You’re gonna suffocate him going on like that, girl.” Mara barked as she walked over and stood next to me. “Get up. We all need to talk to[…]
“With an appetite like that I wonder how you make any headway in your travels, young man!” The woman said wide eyed to Mikel as she wiped down one of the other tables. “That’s just Mikel, thankfully.” Mara said as she sat back in her chair. “If we all ate like him we’d have no[…]
The next morning I awoke to find Rat standing over me. “Good morning, Rat.” His reply was disconcerting as he stared at me. “Is it?” I rolled over and looked over to the spot where the specter had been. As seemed to be the usual, she was gone. “Yeah, I mean, I guess so.” I smiled[…]
“What did she want?” Jonathan stood in the open doorway of the smithy and peered down the street towards where Mara had walked. I sighed. “She needed to ask me about something.” Jonathan looked from me to the sword and scabbard in my hands. “Looks to me like you’re not planning on fighting her after all.” A[…]
My neck was extremely stiff when I woke up and threw some more wood on the fire. The others had lain down on the floor around me as I looked out the door. I guessed by the position of the full, blue moon that it would be another hour or two before sunrise and I decided to take a bit of a stroll before the town came to[…]
We started for Bridgeton an hour before midday the following morning. The wheelbarrow Jonathan had salvaged was filled with the things from the cellar and what we found in the town that we thought we could use or sell in Bridgeton. Jonathan had then elected me to carry the rest of our supplies in my pack. We had been[…]
We had been walking for nearly three hours when the sun finally came up. Rat was in the pack asleep again. I recalled our exit from Bridgeton. We had scarcely finished packing when Butterby knocked at the door, his face as white as a sheet. “Is everything alright?” “I’m afraid we have[…]
Morning soon followed as we began the last leg of our journey. The sun, however, did not rule the skies that day. Instead, we were harassed by a cold fall rain, which ended and then returned so many times we lost count. Being unable to ride in my pack, Rat was drenched. I never thought[…]