Heroes of Nentir Vale, Chapter 2
July 19th, 2010
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Posted by martin under Heroes of Nentir Vale
Chapter 1 is here.
The main room of the Nentir Inn was well lit by lanterns and a very large fireplace at the far end from the front door. A long bar dominated the left side of the room with the right wall hidden by a row of booths. Benches, tables, and stools filled the majority of the middle of the room. The dank smell of wet straw mingled with the ashy smoke from the fireplace and unwashed patrons to assault Thordek and Alanna’s senses. They shut the door behind them to keep the rain from making matters worse. Thordek removed his cloak and hung it from a peg near the door. He chose an empty table and set his pack and warhammer on the floor underneath. The warmth of the nearby fire began to chase the chill from the chain of his armor. Alanna flopped her drenched self into the chair across from him.
A middle-aged woman approached their table. “Hello. Welcome to…I thought I told you to stay out of this place. There’s no free room and board here girl.” She glared at Alanna.
“She’s with me,” Thordek replied.
“Oh, my apologies sir. Her little gang of thieves come in here every now and then to steal food or find a place to sleep. Keep an eye on her or Erandil will hold you responsible. Now what can I get you?”
Thordek hesitated to answer, his attention elsewhere for a moment. “Why do you want me to get you an ale? You can’t drink.” Another pause, “No I’m not going to buy one so you can look at it. Let me eat in peace will you?”
“Pardon sir?” the waitress asked confused.
“Um, not you. Sorry, let me have a bowl of whatever stew you’ve got and a beer.” The waitress turned to leave. “Oh, and some porridge for the child.”
“Hey! Who are you calling a child?” Alanna demanded.
“You want something to eat right?” Thordek said.
“Um, yes. Please, “Alanna replied meekly.
“Then shut it!”
While waiting for their meal, Thordek glanced around the room at its patrons. Many of the tables and booths were occupied by folk who appeared to be laborers and farmers. The usual citizens of Nentir Vale. A few however caught his attention. Like Thordek himself, they did not appear to be from around Fellcrest.
A gnome woman was chatting the ear off a massively muscled, and shirtless, half-orc a few tables away from Thordek and Alanna. The huge man was well tanned and wore studded leather breeches. A pair of hardened leather shoulder pads were anchored by large straps that crossed his chest and fastened to his belt. Twin whips coiled like snakes made their nests at his hips. His hands and forearms were covered by spiked leather leaving only his fingers exposed. His long black hair was pulled into a single ponytail leaving nothing to hide the long sideburns that ran to the sharp teeth protruding from the corners of his mouth. He paid the gnome little attention concentrating on drinking whatever was in a large mug.
The gnome did not seem bothered by her audience’s inattention. She continued gabbing about this and that while the half-orc drank. She was a small woman, even smaller than Thordek. Her white hair tangled wildly in all directions and her charcoal eyes glistened as she spoke. Shre wore a full suit of leather armor with patches here and there and several mismatched buckles. A short sword sat in a scabbard at her waist on one side and a dagger on the other. Her tiny pack lay on the floor at her feet. Tied to the outside were a small round shield made of wood, a quiver and small bow, and a coil of rope that was almost as large as the pack itself.
The third intriguing character Thordek noticed was seated at the furthest booth from the fireplace. He was facing away from Thordek and still wore his cloak indoors. The man’s silhouette reminded Thordek of the loggers he had seen in Nenlast years ago and the large waraxe on the bench next to him confirmed his suspicion.
The waitress soon returned with their food. Thordek thanked her and asked for a room and bath.
“Eberk asked if you would like to stay with us tonight,” he said to Alanna.
“Is he your imaginary friend?” She replied.
“Sort of. I’ll explain sometime. Well do you?”
“I had an imaginary friend once. When I was a kid.” Alanna said.
Thordek glared at her.
“Um, yes please,” she said. “Thank you.”
“Yes, you’re right. At least she has some manners,” Thordek answered someone.
“Who has some manners? Me? Oh yes I do, hi, my name is Nissa, what are your names?” the gnome woman appeared out of nowhere and dropped her pack onto the floor next to Thordek. “So do you two like to adventure…”
“Excuse me,” Thordek interrupted.
“… I love to adventure, maybe we can adventure together, do you need a job? I know of someone who is looking to hire people like us, maybe you can join us…”
“Excuse me.”
“…I already have two men who need some work and want to join us, hopefully you can join us too, that would be great, the four of us, we could take on anything in Nentir Vale, they’ll tell stories of us someday, like the stories of Aranda Marklehay, we’ll be known as the Heroes of Nentir Vale…”
“Excuse me!”
“What? How rude, well maybe you’re not the kind of person we are looking for, but if you decide to be more cordial, meet me and my friends here in the common room tomorrow morning, have a good night!” The woman picked up her pack and disappeared up the stairs.
“What was that all about?” Alanna asked.
“I don’t know,” Thordek replied. “But I sure could use the work. You’re free to stay in my room for the night, but tomorrow we part paths.”
After finishing their meal in silence, the two retired to welcome warm baths, then to a moderately furnished room. There was only one bed which Thordek gave to the girl. The wooden floor was nothing new to the hardy dwarf and he fell asleep as soon as his head hit the floor.