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Carrûn · 01-08-2003, 09:46 PM

Unnoticed in the hustle and bustle of the Inn a small sandy-haired boy slipped through the door. Spotting the weathered man asleep in the corner he grinned and crept over to him. He looked around hoping no one was watching him and then gave Awyrgan a swift kick in the shins.

Awyrgan awoke with a start having fallen into a deeper sleep than he intended to, one with troubling dreams and strange signs. His bright eyes flashed a brilliant green in anger but softened slightly when he saw the face of his "assailent." He cursed softly in the languages of Men and Dwarves, nearly throwing in a touch of the Black Speech for good measure but stopped himself. One does not utter words of that tounge lightly in the company of so many elves.

He motioned silently and the boy sat down next to him. He had large green eyes like
the man, but the rest of his complexion was starkly in contrast to that of his companion's. Several of those who noticed the strange sight looked in surprise at the small boy next to the dark shadow of a man. The boy whispered for some time in Awyrgan's ear, then sat in silence next to him as the expression on the man's face varied from angry to thoughtful to focused. Almost as an afterthough he passed a small number of coins to the boy and handed him the remainder of the apple he had been eating. The boy grinned and Awyrgan reluctently handed him his unfinished glass of wine. "Found someone with bigger teeth you little úlfr?" he commented, noticing the ugly looking gash on the boy's forhead. The child grinned wider as Awyrgan held his face still for a moment as he inspected the cut. It was not deep and needed only to be washed out. "Get someone to clean that out before you leave." He had a mind to send the child over to Pio but she seemed to be engrossed in a letter. News of some importance judging the look on her face. Ah, well, let the child find someone on his own.

As the boy got up to leave Awyrgan held on to his arm for a moment longer and pulled him close. "Tell them nothing about me unless you must," he ordered. For a moment their green eyes locked and they stared at eachother in silence. The boy grinned again and for a brief moment the man returned it.

Awyrgan watched the boy walk off looking for no one in particular for some soap and water. Interesting news...so they need another tracker. I should leave for their camp soon. It has been too long since I have been in company with the Rangers. I wonder how old...tsch he's probably dead. His thoughts trailed off into silence and for a time he stared at his boots.

I shall leave tonight when the stars come out, he finally decided. As he returned to his pipe it appeared for those who had not seen it that the conversation between man and boy had never taken place. Good hunting young one, he wished silently.

[ January 09, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ]

01-08-2003, 09:46 PM	#701
Carrûn Wight Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Behind you, counting to 3 Posts: 234	Unnoticed in the hustle and bustle of the Inn a small sandy-haired boy slipped through the door. Spotting the weathered man asleep in the corner he grinned and crept over to him. He looked around hoping no one was watching him and then gave Awyrgan a swift kick in the shins. Awyrgan awoke with a start having fallen into a deeper sleep than he intended to, one with troubling dreams and strange signs. His bright eyes flashed a brilliant green in anger but softened slightly when he saw the face of his "assailent." He cursed softly in the languages of Men and Dwarves, nearly throwing in a touch of the Black Speech for good measure but stopped himself. One does not utter words of that tounge lightly in the company of so many elves. He motioned silently and the boy sat down next to him. He had large green eyes like the man, but the rest of his complexion was starkly in contrast to that of his companion's. Several of those who noticed the strange sight looked in surprise at the small boy next to the dark shadow of a man. The boy whispered for some time in Awyrgan's ear, then sat in silence next to him as the expression on the man's face varied from angry to thoughtful to focused. Almost as an afterthough he passed a small number of coins to the boy and handed him the remainder of the apple he had been eating. The boy grinned and Awyrgan reluctently handed him his unfinished glass of wine. "Found someone with bigger teeth you little úlfr?" he commented, noticing the ugly looking gash on the boy's forhead. The child grinned wider as Awyrgan held his face still for a moment as he inspected the cut. It was not deep and needed only to be washed out. "Get someone to clean that out before you leave." He had a mind to send the child over to Pio but she seemed to be engrossed in a letter. News of some importance judging the look on her face. Ah, well, let the child find someone on his own. As the boy got up to leave Awyrgan held on to his arm for a moment longer and pulled him close. "Tell them nothing about me unless you must," he ordered. For a moment their green eyes locked and they stared at eachother in silence. The boy grinned again and for a brief moment the man returned it. Awyrgan watched the boy walk off looking for no one in particular for some soap and water. Interesting news...so they need another tracker. I should leave for their camp soon. It has been too long since I have been in company with the Rangers. I wonder how old...tsch he's probably dead. His thoughts trailed off into silence and for a time he stared at his boots. I shall leave tonight when the stars come out, he finally decided. As he returned to his pipe it appeared for those who had not seen it that the conversation between man and boy had never taken place. Good hunting young one, he wished silently. [ January 09, 2003: Message edited by: Carrûn ] __________________ "Dic, hospes, Spartae, nos te hic vidisse iacentes dum sanctis patriae legibus obsequimur."