Obok stood and watched as Kadol rummaged around in the obviously empty cabinets. After a few minutes, he spoke.
"What are we doing here."
"Looking around."
"For what."
"I don't know. Books. Food. Something. Anything. What do you think?"
"Can we just... move on. Please. Can we just get this over with."
"No. You can wait while I try to see if there's anything we can use here to help us going around the mountains."
"Going
around the mountains?"
"Yup. Violent stuff lives in the mountains, and I'm not risking your skin by crossing them. Not with... noodle arms like yours."
"Isn't that what you're for? To
escort me?"
"Too risky. Besides, I've only got a copper axe."
"... So you can't defend yourself either?"
"Course I can. I know how to use it, after all."
It was only mostly a lie. He knew which end to hold, at least.
Obok stared at him. He wasn't wearing armour. He had the clothes on his back, the dented copper axe in his belt, and a waterskin to quench his thirst. He didn't believe for a second that what Kadol said was true. After a few minutes of mutual staring, Kadol finally made the first move.
"C'mon, there's nothing here."
"I could have told you tha-"
"The Canteen is next, and then we move on east to the old Fortress, there might be food there."
Obok stopped to look at the statue. Kadol stopped to look at Obok.
"... How old is this place?"
"Dunno. Whatever god they worshipped here is long dead and gone, so it probably doesn't matter. Now c'mon, or I'll tie you up and get your dog to carry you."
"See? Told you we'd find something."
"A book. One single, solitary book. Be still my beating heart."
"Shut up and carry the damn thing."
"Why am I the pack mule all of a sudden?"
"Because you're annoying, and I'm the one with the axe."
"Alright, that's the last building. I-"
Obok sprinted for the open door. Only a second later, Kadol was on his feet behind him, reared for a tackle. Instead, Obok stopped at the door, and watched.
"A deer." said Obok.
"A deer." grumbled Kadol. "You aren't just irritating, you're also an Elf, of course. What did I expect."
Obok turned around, fire in his eyes.
"So I'm not allowed to be angry at the man who dragged me by the feet through my bedroom fucking door to become a slave to some self-obsessed warlord on the other side of the bearded fucking horns?"
"Warlord? Is that what you think of our King? These aren't the days of tribes and duels, he was the next in line to the throne, and so he became the King. No war, no slaughter, The Walled Dye isn't a few scattered survivors anymore, we have Fortresses and fields again."
"You're changing the subject. You're still kidnapping me so he can make me lick his boots against my will."
Kadol didn't give an answer. He grabbed Obok by the arm, and silently, furiously, they made their way towards the old Fortress of Palacework.
That was quick.
I spent more time taking and editing screenshots than I spent actually playing the game, and I've probably already spent more time trying to write and string a story between those screenshots than I spent playing and screenshotting combined.
Once again, if you have criticisms, please give them. I don't think this is a good story as it is, but I want to improve and the inter-character drama is going somewhere. Maybe. Probably. I think.