GURPS Fantasy: The World of Trifourian

Memories of Canan Quinn'ael part II

We departed from Slitne early in the morning of next day. Following a road to the south-east, we traveled in silence. Lost in my thoughts and not used to travel in company, I advanced ahead of the rest of the group. It was about at noon when I realized I should wait for my new companions. So I slowed down and we rejoined on the road a little later, just to encounter a caravan of slavers coming from opposite direction. We were about to pass them in silence, keeping a low profile. But the leader of the caravan noticed our Dwarf companion and offered to purchase Hrothbert. The offer was put from a position of strength, basically not giving any other option or expecting denial. Suddenly, the whole situation has gotten quite tense. Douglas, hand on a handle of his sword, stepped forward. Hrothbert drew his shiv. I was ready to draw as well … This could have gone bad, very bad actually. We were outnumbered by the slavers almost three to one and open fights are really not my strong suit.

“This particular Dwarf is not to be sold. He’s in service as my personal body-guard and quite too loyal to me. There is simply no price I would consider sufficient, not mentioning that he would probably not accept any other master, becoming more trouble for you than possible profit.”
Crim calmly stepped in front of ready to fight Douglas and Hrothbert as he spoken, looking the leader right in the eyes. The leader, quite surprisingly to me, just snorted as he turned away from us, cracked a whip and the caravan started moving again, leaving us on the road.

After a short talk about possibility to ambush the caravan later in a night and setting the dwarven slaves free, Char and me managed to convince the rest of the party that it’s not a very good idea and considering that we need to stick to the plan and be at Stormsock in time, even Hrothbert agreed and we hit the road again.

At late evening of the same day we finally arrived to Avsjkaverc, another small willage, where we were about to have some rest …

At the night of our arrival to Avsjkaverc, the willage was in the middle of harvest celebration. We melded in almost unnoticed, until Crim and Char decided to let local folk know that they have visitors. Mayor of the willage turned out to be very hospitable man. He invited us to join the celebration, shared meal with us and then offered a barn to spend a night, since there is no inn in this small farm willage. I sat myself on side, watching them celebrating and carousing I found myself lost in thoughts again…
These Humans really are a strange species. They wage wars over a territory to burn down forests, rape the earth with steel and then celebrate, when she, damaged and in pain, gives them back plants and food… chm …

When the celebration was over, we moved to the barn to spend a night. Some watch order was set and Char cast a protective incantation to alert him in case of any incoming danger, which turned out to save our lives later that night …

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