ELDON THE GIANT AND BREDOCK HOLT THE GNOME lay concealed in a patch of scrub grass and stubby trees, which did little to shelter them from the elements. It was late evening and they were high on a steep hillside overlooking a bleak valley. They were both well wrapped against the biting wind and incessant driving rain, but that did little to raise their spirits.
It had rained almost nonstop since their arrival in Yar-Atgur, the Gnome homelands. They had set out straight after the meeting with Ceridwen, entering the portal and travelling mainly at night, - it is very hard to hide a giant - they had made good time. Eldon stayed hidden during the day. Although travellers were not uncommon in the lands, they did not wish to draw too much attention …show more content…
It was bright, after the darkness outside. He took off his cloak and shook the rain from it. Hanging it on a hook just inside the door he let his eyes adjust to the light. He became aware of the occupants of half a dozen tables scattered around the inn. Several tables were occupied by small groups of Gnomes, drinking and eating. One group, louder than the rest, were playing a game of cards, accusations of cheating seemed to be flying around. A hush fell over the room as he entered and all eyes turned towards him. He nodded a greeting. They surveyed him for a moment, judging if he was of any threat, then went back to what they were …show more content…
He needed to keep a clear head for what he had planned.
‘A flagon of your finest ale.’
‘What brings you to these parts,’ the innkeeper asked as he poured the thick earthy ale from one of the barrels.
‘I am seeking employment,’ Holt shouted a little too loudly. 'And I heard that there may be work for a good Gnome Hunter in these parts.’
The innkeeper slammed the flagon down on the bar top, foam splashed from it spraying Holt. ‘There is always plenty of work around here,’ he said sourly, glancing around the room. ‘It is a very demanding job.’
Holt was not sure if he was being made fun of, or not. He slid some money across the bar, turned around, and went back to studying the other occupants once more.
From the rear of the inn came the sound of more laughter and shouting. He got up and made his way towards the merriment.
Seated at the head of a long table was a giant of a Gnome. He must have stood a head taller than the others. Heavy muscles swelled the leather waistcoat he wore. His shaven head gleamed with sweat and the lamplight glinted off the large gold ring which pierced his nose.
On the table in front of him was a pile of gold pieces.
‘Who’s next,’ he
It had rained almost nonstop since their arrival in Yar-Atgur, the Gnome homelands. They had set out straight after the meeting with Ceridwen, entering the portal and travelling mainly at night, - it is very hard to hide a giant - they had made good time. Eldon stayed hidden during the day. Although travellers were not uncommon in the lands, they did not wish to draw too much attention …show more content…
It was bright, after the darkness outside. He took off his cloak and shook the rain from it. Hanging it on a hook just inside the door he let his eyes adjust to the light. He became aware of the occupants of half a dozen tables scattered around the inn. Several tables were occupied by small groups of Gnomes, drinking and eating. One group, louder than the rest, were playing a game of cards, accusations of cheating seemed to be flying around. A hush fell over the room as he entered and all eyes turned towards him. He nodded a greeting. They surveyed him for a moment, judging if he was of any threat, then went back to what they were …show more content…
He needed to keep a clear head for what he had planned.
‘A flagon of your finest ale.’
‘What brings you to these parts,’ the innkeeper asked as he poured the thick earthy ale from one of the barrels.
‘I am seeking employment,’ Holt shouted a little too loudly. 'And I heard that there may be work for a good Gnome Hunter in these parts.’
The innkeeper slammed the flagon down on the bar top, foam splashed from it spraying Holt. ‘There is always plenty of work around here,’ he said sourly, glancing around the room. ‘It is a very demanding job.’
Holt was not sure if he was being made fun of, or not. He slid some money across the bar, turned around, and went back to studying the other occupants once more.
From the rear of the inn came the sound of more laughter and shouting. He got up and made his way towards the merriment.
Seated at the head of a long table was a giant of a Gnome. He must have stood a head taller than the others. Heavy muscles swelled the leather waistcoat he wore. His shaven head gleamed with sweat and the lamplight glinted off the large gold ring which pierced his nose.
On the table in front of him was a pile of gold pieces.
‘Who’s next,’ he