October Novel Prep Challenge

Alveroln threw his grog at him, shattering the mug and splashing grog at Penth’s feet. “You are incompetent!” Alveroln yelled as he pulled out his sword. Penth didn’t know what hit him. Alveroln left the deserted storeroom with Penth in a pool of blood.
He kept hidden under his cloak until he got back to his room in the castle. It was late and no one was around to see him. He stormed into his room slamming his door open and throwing his cloak on the bed. He thought, “I have to find someone. My time may be short if I don’t“. As he paced the floor he noticed someone standing in his doorway.

“Who are you? What are you doing in my room? He barked.”

“I think I can help you.”

“Help me? “He mused. “I doubt that. Now tell me who you are before you don’t have a mouth to talk out of!”

“I am Burtow Gons, one of Lord Reikkald’s aides.”

If you are one of my father’s aides I know you can’t help me! Now get out!

Burtow stepped back and replied. “I didn’t say I was a faithful aide.”