“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” Eeiys heard somewhat off to his left, almost in perfect alignment with the young woman running from the mystic’s shack in a babble of tears and Dssialii seemingly appearing from thin air, as he did, and finding great amusement in the sticky situation Eeiys had found himself once more.
“Dammit Dssialii, are you kidding me?” He asked up to his pint-sized friend who had found a convenient perch atop a nearby wagon. “Are you seriously kidding me right now? You’re just going to sit there while she gets every guard in the city down here?” He asked, rather irritably, but also half jokingly, all the while indicating to the woman who was now almost rolling in the dirt in a fit of tears, causing crowds to marvel at what was happening and to question exactly what had just happened in their otherwise uneventful town.
There were a few solutions… some more extreme than others. He could have put her to the sword, but that was unnecessarily cruel and unwarranted. He could have blamed her for the killing, but that would make him everything he despised, an agent of deceit and discord. He could have ran like he always did, but then he would have lost his newfound group of misfits, and without them he could never…-
“Greetings lads. I’m Grislock. Looking for a spot of an adventure are we?”
Eeiys’ train of thought was broken. He had hardly even noticed the psychotic man in the corner begin to approach them on his blindside. Much to the knight’s relief, however, his intentions seemed to be purely friendly; if maybe somewhat superficial.
Eeiys did not let on that he did not see the man coming, and instead turned to him confidently.
“Greetings, Grislock,” he responded to the greeting, “My name is Elias Arngdale of Whitewater, Son of Erfor, and I suppose you could say we’re on a bit of an adventure! My friend and I here,” he waved a hand in Dssialii’s direction “Are on our way up North! But we’ve found ourselves in a spot of bother!”
Eeiys did not wait for Grislock to react to any of what he had just told him, before swinging his arm around the agitated man’s shoulder and embracing him as a brother would. He turned both himself and Grislock to look at the wreck of a woman in the street, still throwing what Eeiys would call a tantrum about the untimely death of her mother.
“You see, this woman here? Her mother tried to rob us of several silver coins. I retaliated to the blind robbery and now she is calling it murder! A dastardly scam, indeed, trying to get the town guard to offer some sort of retribution or reimbursement by framing me for something worse than what really happened! I would deal with it myself but the guards have been eyeing me since we arrived. I don’t feel terribly safe here, and i’d prefer to get to safety and have a good meal and a night’s rest. It’s proving harder than I ever imagined!”
Eeiys was sure Dssialii would be looking at him with disgust, horror or sheer amusement at this point. Maybe a mix of all three. He didn’t turn back to check.
“Grislock… You look like you want a spot of adventure too? I could talk to our group for you, maybe see if you would be welcome to join us on our journey, but I can’t do it with that.. that woman making things so difficult! Would you be so kind as to send her on her way?”
