I will be editing my nano throughout December.


“Now that is what I call teamwork!” Britt yelled, patting George on his back.
“I will say it was,” Massacharamar said, cleaning off the hobgoblin blood from Her sword and George’s knife. “If it wasn’t for George, I am sure I would have defeated him.”
“I did not know you could protect yourself with a shield,” Bard said to Balon.
“That is one of the first spells I perfected,” the magic-user said.
“That is something I have not been able to do yet,” said Johanna.
The group, after making sure that there were no more goblins, searched the dead creatures and found several silver pieces.
“A little something for our efforts,” Britt said. “Still this attack went well. I do not think we made any mistakes.”
“True,” said Bard. “We were not taken by surprise. We were prepared when they went to attack us.”
“You showed excellent leadership,” Balon told Bard. “That is a sign that you will make an excellent warrior.”

“This must be worth something,” Bard said looking at a silk banner handing on the wall.
“It is still in excellent shape,” Massacharamar said, running her hand over it. “I would say this has to be worth at least 250 gold pieces.”
“For that?” Britt said coming over. “All it is is a banner.” While it was on a black background, the word ‘Victor’ has stitched in yellow.
“One would assume that it would not be worth much,” the elf replied. “However,” she said as she ran her fingers over the letters, “this is not ordinary embroidery thread; this is pure gold.”
“I found this,” George said coming over with a small pewter statue. It was one of a stallion that was rearing up on his hind legs.
Britt looked at it carefully. “Yes, I think we can get at least fifty gold pieces for this.”
“Stephan apparently fought while riding,” Bard said. In one hand he carried a heavy lance that was experetly carved with many runes and symbols.
“I also found this,” Johanna said. She was carrying a weapon similar to her mace. However, this one had an extra head on it the was suspended from a chain.
“Stephan must have been a strong person to carry either of these,” Britt said. “They both are still in excellent condition. When he went out to battle, he was not playing games. He took all of this stuff seriously.”


George held the moonstone in his hand. He knew that he now had his Shyla back, his nightmares about her would go away. He never minded the bad dreams that haunted him as long as they did not involve the woman who would be his future wife. He could handle any dreams that came his way. Therefore, he did not need the moonstone any longer.
He ran to catch up to Balon.
“I do not need this,” he said handing the dream stone to the magic-user. “I believe that you have more need of it than me.”
“Thank you, George,” Balon said, patting him on the back. The darkness that he saw in his future faded.