What am I doing here? In clean halls filled with goldstudded furniture, amongst soapsmelling dwarves covered in outworldly jewelry, hearing their affected laughs around me...
But what am I really?
A peasant...A filthy peasant...An insane filty peasant....
I can't stay here....
Suddently the paranoid one spoke up.
Nerin, you should realize our power over you. This is not a descision I agree with, but the court's descisions will not be ignored. I swear to you: if you do not comply, we will make you eat your own feces for the rest of your life. You can't...you...
What has my life become...
But the paranoid was not alone.
Nerin, of all the people in your fort, you were the only one who managed to survive till the end, even goblins couldn't get you. You made a trip here to this place that even a group of seven dwarves with full provisions would have a hard time doing. Talking to simple nobles (who from how things look, they have never touched a wheelbarrow in their lives much less survived a goblin attack) is nothing compared to what you've managed to accomplish so far.I realised that not only did I not have a choice but maybe...just maybe...it could work.
No turning back now, I swallowed my doubts and mustered up what little courage I had left in me.
But I only managed to walk a few steps before a young dwarf approached me, he was wearing a somewhat obnoxious attire and a stupid smile to match it. Everyting looked very expensive and pompous but was horribly ill-fit. In his trail was a old dirty dwarf that seemed even more out of place then me.
-Hey, peasant!-...
-Awnser me, peasant!-Who the f'ck would you be?
-Excuse me!?-...
-Scampers hit it!What!? Are they gonna fight me!? wait.... what...
The old dirty dwarf named someting like scampers suddently burst out into song-
Tis' the story 'bout
A vice-count so proud 'n stout
Tis' the story 'bout
The guy who make the ladies scream n shout
They call him vice-count -tshhh
All the girls he sieze' with ease' before he leaves'
They call- call- call him vice-count cooool
No trix no fix he's everywhere'
all the way from Blackgate, Verengard to Nulcastair'
But beware he fights like noone else'
Doesnt matter if you're dwarven, human or an elf'
When he's around you gotta' watch ur'self!
And you wouldn't believe his fame'
Noone in the kingdom doesn't know his name'
Listen up you fooooool'
now you know story 'bout Ironion- wait I meant vice-count coooool'
-Oh, Scampers you blew my cover, said Ironion with a big grin.I just stood there slightly impressed by scampers preformance but mostly disgusted by the horrible song....
-The real question here peasant is-Who the f*ck are you? wait no....that doesnt matter....Why aren't you working?-Ah I came here to talk to the mayor, you see I'm the last survivor of Rocklod.
-...so...You're basically running from the warden?
-Nooo...
-Hah, just remember this- It's not the warden you should watch out for it's the mayors advisor.-Never even heard of the dorf.
*Ironion's grin widened and he gave me a gruesome stare*
-Few people know him and even fewer would ever want to meet him, it is said that he is a ruthless bastard and that he may slay a fellow dwarf without hesitation. The legend even claims that can rip out the very souls of his victims *makes a spooky noise*
I've never seen him but they say that one of his arms is as black as the darkest winter night and that his mind is yet darker. tooooo spooooooky...
o_____O'
Uhmm I think I'll leave this nuthead...right guys?
Put him on fire and wipe your back-sweat on him!
No.....just no....
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Keep on going or hang out with Scampers and Co?