This choice: They make camp for the night, debating their next move. • Go Back...Chapter #5A Warm Fire, and an Unknown Threat by: Sleepdrifter   Following the crones advice, the duo made there way north to the town of Pighaven. But, before they began their long journey, Mara and Grungor stopped alongside the road in a clearing of trees to make camp for the night, not wanting to risk the dangers of traveling in darkness. Mara quickly had a toasty fire set up with her magic, and Grungor had managed to capture and kill a couple hares to eat.
As Grungor prepared the hares for roasting, Mara turned to him and said, "Do you believe what the crone told us? That the treasure we are looking for lies underneath a town in a giant vault?". Grungor just glanced at Mara, then spoke in his gruff voice, "I don't trust her, but, what else have we got to lose, eh? Hell, I'd rather make my way to a town then walk through a musky old forest anyways..."
Mara just left the conversation at that and stared at the roasting hares, taking note of the muscular structure and tissue of the two animals as they cooked.
After a few moments, the hares were ready to be eaten, and Grungor passed one over to Mara. Grungoer dug inside his travel pack and pulled out a wooden case of various spices. He pinched a little between his fingers and spread it onto the hare. As he was about to take a bite, he noticed Mara staring at him.
"Well, are you going to share, or not?" stated the stern looking elf. A disappointed look crossed Grungor's face, as he was almost out of his specialty dwarven spices he had brought with from his homeland.
"...Ehh, only for you Mara." said Grungor as he passed the wooden case over to her. Mara's cold demeanor disappeared with a warm, cheering smile as she laughed at the dwarf.
"Thank you." said Mara as she dipped her head down in traditional elvish fashion as a sign of thanks. Grungor just lightly grunted as he enjoyed his hare. Mara followed his example and did the same.
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Sometime in the middle of the night, Grungor sat up from his wool cot as he heard a rustling sound coming from behind them. He quickly armed his trusty gun, Old Flintshot, and warily aimed out into the dark landscape. He gazed over the area, trying to find any sign of motion, but could not see a thing.
"Hmm...It be just the wind..." whispered Grungor to himself as he lowered his rifle.
Just then, he heard another sound from behind, and quickly turned to discover the source of the commotion.
"Gotcha!....What in the name of..." gasped Grungor as he took in the site of...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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