the storm

“You'll never believe what happened next,” Ironbeard paused, his deep voice holding them spellbound.

“If what I've heard is anything to go by then all bets are off, Dwarf,” A newcomer said, cursing as she forced the door shut.

“You questioning my my tale, Elf?” He knew that voice, a grin spread across his face.

“Only you're recollections, old one,” Moonhawk responded, stepping from the shadows, her eyes taking in everything.

“At least I can get to a mountain pass before it becomes, well, impassable.”

“You should have gone with the others.”

“I was tempted, but I wanted to know how it went. Your family?”

“Not bad..” It was a code they had long ago worked out, her mission to the lost isle, and the dragons had not been as useless as she had thought. “How was your visit?”

“Better than hoped, they won't object, I pushed.” In other words the Dwarves would act if threatened. Ironbeard was right, it was better than expected, she just hoped the others had more luck.

Moonhawk sat in the chair beside Ironbeard and removed her breastplate, it's insignia danced in the flames. It was a two fold idea, firstly it showed trust, it also revealed to those tempted that she was a chosen of the god of war and a magic user to boot.

“We are honoured with your presence, warrior lord,” one of the men said.

“We are all just travellers in a storm, young one, call me Moon.” Moonhawk said, “ but my apologies Ironbeard, what did happen next?”

“Gozams happened next, of course by then I had help...”

Moon smiled, a storm was coming that would put this one to shame, but that would be later, she couldn't deny them this moment.


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