Interlude: Stuck in a Rut
And thats how you milk a goat, Tannin announced as he stepped back away from the animal. There was a satisfied look on the old mans face.
Fascinating, I feel enlightened by your succinct yet thorough explanation of this wonderful natural process, Gerahld replied from a few feet away. He was smiling in a way that looked very forced and unnatural, almost as if he was being sarcastic.
Both of the n were standing in a large dirty shed. Piles of hay littered the floor and there were several goats wandering around. The grey beasts were mostly ignoring the humans. They all seed focused on chewing things, although Geralhd had no idea what. He hadnt seen any of them eat anything.
I may not be a scholar of any sort but I know what sarcasm is, Tannin answered dryly.
Gerahld coughed and made an effort to reply in a more polite and respectful tone. It would be unfair to hold your circumstances of birth against you. You seem like a very wise man to .
I wasnt born in this village, young man. Youre just digging yourself deeper. Like you, I stumbled upon it and then eventually decided to take up residence, Tannin explained as he walked out of the shed.
He imdiately looked up at the sky. It was a cloudy morning outside but it didnt look like it was going to rain. The white clouds were slowly but steadily being dragged across the sky by a lofty wind that was barely touching the land below.
No one in my group is settling down quite yet. Weve rely been forced into taking a temporary reprieve from the road, Geralhd replied as he followed the older man out.
Your speech sure has grown fancier since you got here. I dont like it.
I had different priorities during the adventure that led to your door. Sleeping indoors and proper als also agree with , but I will be leaving when the ti is right.
Thats what I thought as well, when I first arrived. It didnt last. Tannin said as he headed down the main road towards the center of the village. Your bunch has the look of people with nowhere else to go. I can tell youve got demons on your tail that you cant outrun. Finding sowhere to lay low is probably your best bet and theres nowhere better for that than here.
You sound like youre speaking from experience. Why did you settle down here?
The people were halfway decent when I got to know them, and no one here ever tried to tax or declare themselves my better by virtue of their blue blood.
I can appreciate that sentint, but what were you running from exactly?
Trying to pry into my past, eh? Thats alright; its ancient history. I was accused of being a thief by a noble and had to disappear. My father was a carpenter and the noble didnt want to pay him what his work was worth. Or at least that was what I told my wife. The truth may be more complicated, Tannin explained as he gave Geralhd a conspiratorial wink.
The young man smiled awkwardly in return and then looked away. Ah, thats quite similar to another tale Ive heard. A woman I once knew was in a similar situation.
Tannin ignored the sad look that appeared on Geralhds face and kept talking. That doesnt surprise , but lets speak about sothing more relevant to the here and now. Did your education happen to include anything useful? The other mbers of your group have been helping out with farm work or heavy labor, but you havent been contributing much, and you didnt seem to be paying much attention when I was showing you how to milk that goat. Maybe you know dicine or so sort of trade perhaps?
I learned nothing even remotely that pedestrian. My tutors taught the higher fields of study such as philosophy and math.
Well, if I need soone to count the local chickens I will co find you, Tannin huffed.
Not that I dont appreciate your generosity, but youre being awfully welcoming to and my friends.
Bah, youre a young and healthy bunch. Thats the kind of blood that we need around here. There a few young widows that have been giving you a few sideways glances.
Huh, Im sure there are, but Im personally not in the least interested in settling down. This place doesnt quite offer the lifestyle I crave, or any other sort of style, really.
Give it ti. Itll wear you down.
I wouldnt put money on that. Im not the village living type. One way or another Im going to be headed back to society, Geralhd said. He spoke in a stubborn tone that was as much for his own benefit as anyone elses. He much preferred the finer things in life over the simpler parts. They tended to sll better for one thing.
The pair was passing by another shed when sothing caught Tannins eye. He turned and scowled at the base of the building. Geralhd followed his glance. Sothing had dug up under the wall and into the shed. The bottom of the wooden siding had been torn up as well and straw from inside had been dragged out.
Gods damn it, Tannin cursed.
Its just a little hole, Geralhd replied calmly.
Thats the third ss Ive seen this morning alone. People keep reporting small thefts and pests getting into their supplies. We dont have the resources for this type of nonsense. We need everything we have for when winter cos.
Is sothing causing this? What do you think it is?
Goblins. You can see the prints in the dirt there, Tannin answered angrily as he pointed towards the hole in the wall. The green pests get into everything, but its not usually this bad. A pack of the damned thieves must have denned-up sowhere nearby.
A surprised cough escaped from Geralhds mouth and he turned away to hide his guilty expression. He had a fairly good idea what, or who, was causing Tannins problems. It was probably the goblins that had co with Blacknail. Geralhd wasnt surprised that they were making trouble, although he had been hoping Blacknail would keep them under control. At least they were only stealing small things and food, and not sothing that would really anger the villagers, like children.
Huh, weird. I have absolutely no idea what could be causing that sort of phenonon, none what so ever. It must be just one of those weird little things in life that cant be explained, he said aloud.
Sothing in Geralhds voice drew Tannins attention, because he threw the man a suspicious look. After a second, he just grunted and looked back at the shed, though.
Well, Ill let you go. Ive got to deal with this ss, among other things, and I know youve got your own things to do, he said.
Very true. Ill see you later, Geralhd replied as he started to hurry away. There was no point sticking around and Tannin was a little too perceptive.
Without looking back, Geralhd headed down the dusty dirt road that ran through the village and towards the hos that had been lent to the bandits. He soon reached his destination and stepped inside. It was a small house that looked worn down. Imdiately, he was confronted with the sight of several people seated around a wooden table. They were all forr mbers of Herads band, and they looked his way as he walked over to them.
There you are. We were waiting for you. What took you so long? one of the bandits asked. He was a blonde man with a sly smile.
I was speaking to Master Tannin. He wanted to talk to after he finished trying to get interested in animal husbandry, Geralhd answered with a shrug.
About what? a woman asked suspiciously.
I think he was fishing to see what our plans were and whether we are going to stick around.
Then he knows about as much as we do, nothing. Thats what were here to discuss. So lets get to it, the blonde man said. I for one have had enough of this place. They have helping with the planting. I dont plan on settling down to beco a dirt farr. I beca a bandit for a reason.
Theyre talking about getting work parties to cut the bush back at the edge of the clearing. Thatll be hard work and dangerous, a tall bearded bandit agreed. On top of the falling trees you have to worry about pissing off a mimic or just ending up in a hungry beasts gullet. Its no wonder they have lost so of their people and are looking to replace them.
Its not really any more dangerous than serving under Herad. That wasnt exactly safe. In fact, it was probably much less survivable, especially at the end there, the woman countered.
Maybe, but it paid a lot bloody more, as in more than nothing.
Its far from perfect here, but its much better than anywhere else Ive seen since leaving my family farm with a press gang right behind , a shorter bandit interjected. I wouldnt mind settling down here. There is a young widow that fancies .
You should marry her. That sounds like a great way to waste away to nothing out here in the middle of nowhere, Geralhd replied sarcastically. Im getting out of this pit the first chance I get.
Which brings us to the main point. Can we co up with a realistic plan to leave? the bearded bandit told everyone. Were stuck here with no money, shabby equipnt, and a horde of enemies laying in wait for us out there. Im also worried about our guide going native if we leave him out there too long. Hes a hobgoblin so who knows whats going through his head. Without human contact he might go feral and disappear on us. Then we will really be stuck.
Should we just leave right away and risk it all on the road? If we wait it doesnt seem like that will improve our odds any, the blonde bandit asked.
I hate it here, but that trek through the woods sounds like suicide to . Count out, the bearded bandit interjected stubbornly.
I think youre over exaggerating the risk. Werrick has no reason to spend so much effort chasing a few survivors like us, and once we get back to civilization we can earn so coin easily enough, Beardy, another bandit laughed.
My na is Ralph Livistanius, and I take great pride in my family lineage. If you use that bloody nickna again Ill knock your teeth out of your skull. The hobgoblin may get away with calling what he wants, but youre not him, the bearded man replied angrily. His face was red as he rose up from his chair.
Alright, settle down. Lets stay on topic. No one else here wants to listen to you argue about nicknas, Geralhd told them. Now, it doesnt seem like a good idea to leave right away. I want out of here more than anyone. The thought of never again enjoying a good vintage of wine crushes my soul into nothingness, but we need to wait until we can gather so equipnt and supplies at least.
What about the hobgoblin? What if he disappears?
Blacknails got Khita with him, and I have a hard ti seeing him going feral, Geralhd explained. Hes too intelligent for that and he enjoys his little comforts as much as any of us, if not more. He certainly whines a lot if he runs out of cheese. No, Im more worried about him getting bored and causing a ruckus here. Blacknail will be fine in the forest, where he is safely out of the way. How much trouble can he get into out in the bush?
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