Hermann's Tales 7

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With all of us dressed in peasant’s garb, we decided to investigate Waldron and restock our goods. For the obvious reasons, I kept myself covered and hooded, and as I cannot speak the local language, Benedictus did all the talking.

Waldron, as it turned out, was a spitting image of Heldren. Even down to the statue in the town square. The inns were the same, the smithy, the store, all looking like someone had made an almost exact drawing of one village and used it to build the other.

We got a few days extra food, 30 crossbow bolts for me, and (after disposing of a few items we did not need) got a magical belt for Giorgio – one that would push his durability to almost superhuman levels.

We had left the Dwarves to relax in the village inn, thinking that they would be relatively safe from detection there. When we got back to the inn to pick them up, however, we heard the unmistakable noise of arguments from within. Before we entered I cast my armouring glamour, which turned out to be a very good idea. Inside Idrin was slumped over a table, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his back, whilst Kjell was shouting something at the barmaid. The barkeeper was furiously reloading his crossbow, revealing he had probably been the one that shot Idrin. Benedictus strode into the middle of the inn and held his hands out for peace, saying something in skald. I immediately placed myself, unarmed, between him and the barkeeper.

For a moment I thought things were going to calm down, but then the barmaid produced a scroll and started to cast something. Lazarus shot a hole in the scroll, ruining the spell, then went over to try to subdue the woman. The barman shot at them, hitting her by mistake and killing her instantly. Feeling a little guilty for being glad it wasn’t me he shot, I went over to the bar and took the crossbow off him. He then produced a dagger and started to attack me with it, blaming us for making him kill his wife. My new armour spell deflected the worst of his attack, leaving barely a scratch on me. I popped my claws and, after fortifying them with magic, tried to use them to subdue him.

He turned out to be incredibly resistant to our attacks, and it wasn’t until Giorgio grappled him that Lazarus managed to knock him out. Lazarus took the barkeeper into a back room. Unable to stomach his interrogation methods, I went to find Nadia. When I got back with her we found out that the dead wife was a spy for the pale tower, and already had reported our presence. We decided that storm or no storm, we had to leave the village the next morning, before the pale tower could send its guards to investigate.

Early the next morning we were getting ready to leave when Nadia reported that guards had already reached the town and were searching the house next door. Cursing, I reformed my magical armour and we went downstairs to deal with them.

They were already on the way over to Nadia’s house by this time, so I started to cast my sleep spell. The front guards spotted me as the spell went off and two of the rear guards collapsed, whereupon Idrin charged out to meet them.

A flurry of bolts took down one guard, Idrin took down another, and another sleep spell took down a third, leaving just one for Idrin to dispose of immediately after. We hid all the guards and finished our preparations to leave. Just as we were ready to go, Giorgio appeared and revealed he took out a small group of guards at the inn. Realising we had to leave right away, we all hurried to get ready to head for the pale tower.

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Hermann's Tales 7

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