Scarlan looked down at his ale, he disliked the taste but
the bitterness reflected his mood. He took a mouthful of the brew and his face
contorted slightly. He had been sitting at that bar for most of the evening
now. His large companion had been drunk for the last few hours and had made
friends with local bards and the deep voice from under that thick beard had
been sprouting ever more lewd lyrics as the bar began to fill up. Needless to
say he had made himself the center of attention, both good and bad at the drunken
pony.
Scalan’s mind had not been on his drink this evening. The
last of the people who he had been ordered to work under was now in the dungeon
somewhere under the city. He had no idea what to do. The man was a filthy drow
but at the same time the kingdom that had saved his life only a few months ago
had charged him to work for him and his companions. It was him along with
Poofus whose job it was to help them, now two were in hell, one dead, one
presumably alive, and the third was being held in the dungeon and there was
nothing he could do. He downed the rest of the flagon and dropped a few silver
coins on the table. He had no need for more drink, he needed time to himself,
to figure out what would happen next. He went up to the room he had rented for
the night and lay down, it was not much but better than the stones of hell
which had been his last place of rest. He lay on the straw mattress awake for a
long time but soon the fatigue of the past day took over and he fell asleep.
He was woken in the morning by a commotion outside of his
room. It sounded like something trying to break down his door and he reached
for his bow. He heard Poofus’ voice
Scarlan
He relaxed.
Ya better get out here quick. Seems our dark
friend has flown the coop an’ took a few of the guards with him.
How do you know that?
Unlock the goddamn
door and I will show you how.
Scarlan got up and walked over to let the man in. His bulk
took up the entire frame as he entered the room wearing little more than pants
and a tunic that he had hastily thrown on. In his sausage like fingers he was
holding a rolled up scroll which he now held up to Scarlan. He took the scroll
and unfurled it to see a description matching the dark elf who had escaped,
complete with the lightning bolt tattoos under his eyes. There was a price on
his head of 3000 gold since he had escaped, freed another prisoner and killed 5
guards in the process. How he had escaped from his bonds was still unclear.
It seems that our
little jailbird had more in him than I thought. He even managed to take out a
few guards on his way out. I ah, wonda how he wen about doin it.
Well Poofus, what are
we going to do now, Bis is still in hell and Lyzzar has escaped from the prison
and gone who knows where. Even if we find him what will we do, he is a wanted
criminal in this city somwe won’t be able to return here.
How about we go into
da city an see what we can fin’. There’s no point in us stayin here an mopin
about it is there?
Alright, o where to
first?
