| And, all of a sudden, he wakes up and start to think about where he is. He only may figure out he has been brought to this place being carried, or on the limit of his body.
Also, he may hear Fas the Hafner sleeping soundly, and he notices that the girl - What was her name? Jinn? Brynn? - he couldnt remember now - has helped them with water and food, and guided them in a part of the path.
After getting up from bed, as a good Bard must do, he try to make his clothes look not so dirty by beating the remaining dust of it, without making much noise.
"Damn-he thought- Why have I to fall for adventure every time I hit the road? I promess this time I'll keep my ass at home. Of course, when I find a new home. I'll never risk going back to Neverwinter after the plague."
He looks at the corner, behind a table, there is a sign there. Old, dusty, filled with rust from the fungus that have been feeding on that piece of wood for perhaps decades. He put himself on his knees before the plaque, and with a soft touch of his hand, start retrieving the dust. He may now read :
The Moon and Sword Inn. The sign seems to be magic, due to the changing color of the name,wich cicled from the golden yellow color of the sun to the silver shine of the full moon. Wow,Iridur- he thinks - You always wanted to have your own place. - Very happy with himself, he remembered his past days - No more angry bartenders telling me wich joke should I play.
In a quick move, that startled his companions, he said, loud, proudly and clearly:
_Gentleman, I guess we found our treasure in the end of the road, after all.
And he showed them the sign, and even though they were not awaken yet, their slumber faces showed some signs of comprehension. The sun was shining brighter that day, and for the first day in a year, that bard was happy. And he smiled, thinking about their future. The puzzled face of his companions, though, could hold more than just excitement.  |