One wrong step backwards, and down he tumbled through the awning.
The crow of a rooster summoned him to wits.
Around him, his greatest fear, stone and bars. The clang of an iron door gained his attention.
"Quint Roet, yer out, grab yer junk an' git" the voice was all too familiar.
He ran a hand through his hair, groaning lightly. "What did I do this time?"
"Ye did it good this time...some high-an-mighty noble lady said ya tried ta give 'er the ol' grab and go. Says ye we quite tha genteel till ye had a drink'r two...till ye reached fer her..uhh...rubies..hehe." his toned returned to authority. "But ye must have impressed someone, paid her highness this fell'r did. 'Paid fer her...hehe..rubies..'e says."
Quint's brow furrowed in perplexity.
The door clamored once more. A whistled tune followed the echos of iron.
First the Orc.. and now the Quint. Fortune seemed to be turning itself albeit slowly.. Little by little he was piecing it back together.
The road had been a long one, the accommodations he procured.. Rudimentary.. But it was getting the job done. Little by little, they were getting closer. The brothers seemed to be industrious, if not at times a little.. flighty. The Bard, well.. he was a do-gooder.. But he'd certainly worked with stranger in the past.
Yes, life had a funny way of turning. He flexed his hand, the dull ache apparent... ever present in this coastal dampness.
Still, any day above ground was a good day.
" I don't need luck, though. I don't want it. I've always had to struggle and fight, and that's made me strong. It's made me who I am."
Kendrkin - Tamer Bard Extraordinaire Toben - Crafter of the Ages Seth - Gatherer.. er. Fadeen Hasasham - Mercenary Caska Kenaustin - Barcher ?? - IT'S A SECRET TO EVERYBODY.