Part 3
Dally peered across the table in the neutral meeting hall at the meek looking man sitting across from her. He looked like a typical sorcerer-long hooded robe, wild hair and eyes, and a long beard. He was wringing his hands nervously, his eyes darting back and forth between Dally and Timur. Groggs are always imposing in their horned helmets, but Dally looked entirely the part of the one no one should mess with. She was dressed in tight black armor, all four of her knives and both swords worn on display. Her violet hair was pulled back in a bun, which made her piercing hazel eyes seem menacing.
Timur cleared his throat. “So, you’d like us to retrieve your crimson battle pants, is that correct?”
The man nodded furiously. “Yes, some horrible woman broke into my private chambers, threatened my life and stole them!” He banged his fists on the table, causing a hush to fall over the room for a brief moment. The bar tender, a large busty woman, sauntered over to the table and set down a pitcher of ale and three mugs. As she placed the wizards mug in front of him, she scolded him.
“Now Stormy Raven, don’t you go making a scene in here again. Why if Darmo were here, you wouldn’t have been allowed in the door!”
Stormy raised his hands in apology. “I know, Ingred, I know. I’m sorry.”
Ingred smiled and poured them each a pint. “Keep your voices down, lest whomsoever you are looking for has ears in this place.”
“I highly doubt that,” Stormy said as he raised the mug to his lips. “That she devil can’t possibly have any friends!”
“How do you know that?” Dally demanded.
Stormy swallowed half his pint and replied in a louder than necessary voice, “You should know! You saw her when she got us out of the pits!”
“Shush!” Ingred cautioned as she was called back to the bar.
Timur smiled. “I think I know who you’re talking about.”
“You do?” Dally and Stormy asked in unison.
Timur downed his ale and nodded. “Yes, but if we’re going to catch her, we’d better move. She never stays in one place for very long.”
Dally finished her drink and placed three gold coins on the table as she rose. Timur followed her toward the door, and paused next to Stormy. “Hold tight Stormy. We will be in touch.” The wizard nodded and turned back to his ale as they left.
“You really know her?” Dally asked as they walked to where their dragon was resting.
Timur nodded. “Yes, and if we can find her, I just hope she’s in a good mood. If not, Stormy is not getting his pants back.”
Dally looked at her rider quizzically. Timur sighed. “I knew her when I was a mercenary. Her name is Flakk.”
Dally peered across the table in the neutral meeting hall at the meek looking man sitting across from her. He looked like a typical sorcerer-long hooded robe, wild hair and eyes, and a long beard. He was wringing his hands nervously, his eyes darting back and forth between Dally and Timur. Groggs are always imposing in their horned helmets, but Dally looked entirely the part of the one no one should mess with. She was dressed in tight black armor, all four of her knives and both swords worn on display. Her violet hair was pulled back in a bun, which made her piercing hazel eyes seem menacing.
Timur cleared his throat. “So, you’d like us to retrieve your crimson battle pants, is that correct?”
The man nodded furiously. “Yes, some horrible woman broke into my private chambers, threatened my life and stole them!” He banged his fists on the table, causing a hush to fall over the room for a brief moment. The bar tender, a large busty woman, sauntered over to the table and set down a pitcher of ale and three mugs. As she placed the wizards mug in front of him, she scolded him.
“Now Stormy Raven, don’t you go making a scene in here again. Why if Darmo were here, you wouldn’t have been allowed in the door!”
Stormy raised his hands in apology. “I know, Ingred, I know. I’m sorry.”
Ingred smiled and poured them each a pint. “Keep your voices down, lest whomsoever you are looking for has ears in this place.”
“I highly doubt that,” Stormy said as he raised the mug to his lips. “That she devil can’t possibly have any friends!”
“How do you know that?” Dally demanded.
Stormy swallowed half his pint and replied in a louder than necessary voice, “You should know! You saw her when she got us out of the pits!”
“Shush!” Ingred cautioned as she was called back to the bar.
Timur smiled. “I think I know who you’re talking about.”
“You do?” Dally and Stormy asked in unison.
Timur downed his ale and nodded. “Yes, but if we’re going to catch her, we’d better move. She never stays in one place for very long.”
Dally finished her drink and placed three gold coins on the table as she rose. Timur followed her toward the door, and paused next to Stormy. “Hold tight Stormy. We will be in touch.” The wizard nodded and turned back to his ale as they left.
“You really know her?” Dally asked as they walked to where their dragon was resting.
Timur nodded. “Yes, and if we can find her, I just hope she’s in a good mood. If not, Stormy is not getting his pants back.”
Dally looked at her rider quizzically. Timur sighed. “I knew her when I was a mercenary. Her name is Flakk.”
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