"Find the Stoat of Wisdom. A curious request, wouldn't you say?" Arther read to his compatriots.
"The hell's a stoat?" sighed Harry as he took a swig of his drink.
"Toad, dumbass." jeered Gore with confidence.
"No, a stoat is a type of weasel, a rodent. Not an amphibian." Arther quickly corrected, Gore already trying his patience.
"Harry, how don't you know what a stoat is? Your'e an hunter!" cried Samuel.
Harry took another swig before answering, "Firstly, I'm the former royal archer for the Grand Duchy of Eielwell, not a hunter. Second, Why the hell would I hunt a tiny rodent and not a wolf or a bear? And Fourthly, do you not see this mead in my hand right now?"
"Harry, that's only three things." He countered.
"Mead counts for two, white shirt." Harry cackled as he took another swig.
"Damn Straight." Gore happily nodded as he gave Harry a high-five.
"Alright enough!" David announced crossing between Harry and Samuel. "Arther, does it say who the client is?" David turned, trying to get everyone back on track.
"Yes, the client is... Meradele, the Witch of Painted Nightshade. Apparently, the stoat is her familiar. Befitting a powerful witch, I suppose." Arther explained, a twinge of curiosity present in his tone.
"Great. Having someone like her owe us is a plus, witches tend to reward quests with their unique creations. Plus we might just learn something else along the way. Let's head out." David said optimistically as he headed for the door. "We'll search its last known locations and work from there."
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