Events During Granite, 206. Part OneGreatbridge was buzzing with conversation these days, for a wide variety of reasons. Aside from the election of a new mayor and the opening of yet another construction project, there was always the bed shortage to talk about, the booze shortage to bitch about, and the fact that Olon had seen Kivish and Titoo out together by the iron tower, doing Anriz knows what, and well, you know...
That and the fact that the King's messenger had arrived with the fall caravan. Solon and Frea had been in the main office for quite some time now, and bets were being taken on which one, if any, would come out alive.
Meanwhile, Rysith, Aban, Geshud, and Cain were “out on patrol”. These days, patrol consisted of wandering around the outdoor compound, poking at various bushes in the vain hope that something kill-able would hop out. It was the lack of alcohol that concerned them the most, despite the fact they weren't allowed any booze while patrolling. But as Aban would have said, “Rules are made to be shattered into one thousand pieces, melted down, and reformed into whatever obscene shape you like.”
In short, they were drunk, worried that they might not be able to stay drunk, and almost completely surprised when the goblins sprung out of ambush right in front of the front gate.
Rysith was, of course, over the bridge first, crying out “You are all going to die in no uncertain manner!” Naturally, by the time he reached the battlefield the caravan guards had already dispatched the goblins, settled back down, and started playing a hand of euchre. It was perhaps the least exciting ambush in living memory.
Aban glanced over at Geshud, and shrugged. “He'll get it one of these days, man.”
“Hey, I didn't say a thing.”
“You were thinkin' it, though. Hmm...” Aban paused and looked thoughtful for a moment. “Say, Geshud...”
“Yeah?”
“When you look up at the Ozor Temple, does it look like there's some people up there? You know, up on that little bridge thing there?”
Geshud peered over to where she was pointing. “Yeah, man, you might be right. Looks like a big guy and some little guy. Probably building something or other.”
“Yeah, probably.”