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The Reluctant Adventurer
Posted: 12 Aug 2005 03:10 PM |
Never really wanted to be an "adventurer". Never even really wanted to leave Buckshire. Not
much choice when your father makes little to nothing at his tiny smithy. When old man Danwidth,
Aros rest his soul, handed me his old wooden training sword and told me to "clear out his cellar of
vermin", I didn't know what to think. But I did it fast and with ease. After Danwidth gave me 5 gold for it.
I nearly fainted. It seemed that I could make money by doing the dirty work of others. Wasn't pretty,
but it kept my pocket full.
After my father fell ill, and soon after passed on, I used the money to buy him a proper burial.
One that could show who he was to me, what he was inside. Not just how much he made or the
house in which he dwelled. It was the best way I could repay him for all he'd taught me in my life.
I sold the shop to anyone who would buy it. Either whole or in pieces, didn't matter. I knew
that I needed to leave there. Wasn't anymore "vermin in the cellars" now anyway. Maybe getting rid
of bigger problems for people is how I'd earn my living. Maybe even a name for myself. After all, I had
the heart of my father in me. He often told me that life was bigger than where you live or what you have.
"It's what you do and what people see you do that counts." Sounded kind of gruff, but I knew what he
meant.
BAH! Who knows? He's dead and my life is still ahead of me. Guess I better just face life
and give her what I got. If I live through it, I might be somewhere or someone when it ends. If not,
I'll just be my father. That isn't so bad I guess.
There's an Inn up ahead. The Fourwinds Inn. I could use some reast....... |
Ordinarily....I'd say "Charge in and leave none standing!"....but did you see the size of those teeth? |
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