This choice: Go to the gypsy priestess • Go Back... Talen hiked up his pants, sighing. This was the time he had to man up - he was no weakling. He might need the rest, but he had more important matters at hand. Talen decided in an instant that he would visit the priestess. She would know best of the matters of magic.
He hadn't put two feet ahead of him when he tripped and fell face first. "What in the world -"
Talen pushed himself off the ground, dusting his cloak. When he turned to see the cause of his fall, he saw a little bundle of white cloth. Talen was incredibly puzzled - the thing hadn't been there a moment ago.
Then came the cursing.
The white cloth unfolded itself and a small arm and two feet appeared out of it. It was a cloak, he realised with a start and from the bundle emerged the smallest man he had ever seen. The dwarf hobbled up to his full height of two feet, looking at him with absolute contempt from his healer cloaks.
"You insolent, blind wretch. Show some respect, else I'll be tempted to cut off those tall legs of yours."
Talen fought off the insane urge to laugh. The dwarf was clearly older than him - his hazel hair was streaked with a few silver whiskers, though his face showed none of his age. If it hadn't been for his manner, Talen could've easily mistaken him for a boy of seven.
"My apologies, I didn't -"
"See me here?" The dwarf crinkled up his face, his hostility clear. "You are as tactless as you are blind, then. You won't win any favours calling me a small man. That I already know, boy, or do you take me for an idiot, as well?"
Talen held his tongue for a while, not sure what to say. His mother had always told him that it was better to hold his breath and be thought of a fool, rather than to open his lips and remove all doubt.
The dwarf seemed to agree on that. "Your silence is wise. Why are you here, puny human who intrudes in our land?"
Talen took offence at that. He wasn't puny. "I'm Talen Earnhardt, First of his name, squire to -"
"Oh, spare me the chattering, boy. I asked of your business. Deaf as well, what a pity."
Talen fumed but he responded rightly this time. "I seek your priestess."
The dwarf laughed in his face, much to his annoyance. "Kyra will not like the company of a outland visitor, she is more tempered than me, I'm afraid."
Talen sighed. Lost hope then. He would just have to seek out his friend -
"Unless you were accompanied by an esteemed healer, of course. Perhaps that would change her mind."
Talen sighed again. "Name your price."
House Martell
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