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We have found a coach on the road to Shal it was attacked by who we did not know?
CHAPTER 2 Good Draft

I stood on top of the coach where the body of thew driver was and his aid. To see Benger and tyhe noble. I knew that a dagger in the chjest did nothing to himm. I did not know what would stop him for doing waht he woshed to so.

There glowed a brilliant light that emerged from its hand. As were other objects that rested between Benger and him flew back from him.. Could not walk toward it the force had caused him to slip and slid backwards. HIs feet could not hold himself upright. We drove into the ground. We pushed into the mud. Stones and trees flew towards him as he lay there. Benger struggled to regain his footing. He now stood upright.before us.

The noble raced through the groove of deciduous trees with no leaves. The long blades of grass grew and flourished beside the path and the road. Startled the animals that linger there in the woods, they exploded from where they lay hidden to scare all. Benger falters and tears after him through the woods of the forest where our path led to the road’s edge. He was agile as a rabbit, danced, and dodged his pursuer. They ran for quite a while.

The noble was a fair distance between Benger and ran into wood. He dances trying to lose Benger as it vanishes in the wood. It has vanished as if he pursued a ghost who vanishes in a puff of smoke. Leaving Benger panting for breath, his muscles are aching from the run.

The noble ran into a ring of stone, that may have been a portal. It was rumored to be there, since a time I idid not know. The ring had been there since as long as we could remember. My father feared entering that ring. He had told me, to not to go there.

The markinsg, I did not recognize, nor did my friends understand who made the marks in the stone or why It was thereI witnessed a flash of light, the noble stood in the middle. He vanished there had come a puff of smoke.

Bengrer arrived a shrt timme later. He stood tehre panting trying to get his breath back in his lungs.

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“I think you are right!” I said as I too saw the bodies of the guards in the carriage.What has slayed them I did not know. It was not usual for a noble coach to stop and they slew its occupants. Where the escort was to protect the wagon.

Stevie asked, “What did this?”

So, I asked, ”Stevie, what did you say?”

“Lord. What did this.” Stevie’s voice cracked and broke. Tears ran from her eyes, she peered at where the horses should be. She saw the reins running to the bridles, where the horses covered in barding were when pulling the wagon. Their bodies lay hunched, heads down. Spears, bolts and arrows protruded from their bodies. The projectiles hit the front of the carriage. It looked as though the noble’s coach charged into the range of these lethal projectiles.

There are four horses who lay dead in their bridles. There rose stafts from these items protruding from their back and sides. The wagon that of a noble would ride. On the place where the rider should sit a man with a bolt protruding from his neck, forced to sit upright by the bolt. His head laid on his chest. Beside him lays a body dressed as would a soldier. A crossbow slew him.

Stevie stepped away from the body kneel to see another body on the bench and said, ”I think highwaymen attacked it.”

She reached down to touch the body, turned the head so it faced her. The body’s skull crushed on the other side brains spilled out of its skull to run down its neck and shoulder. She asked, “What happened to you?” Tears ran from her eyes.

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Do I approach as I remember what my father said as he walked into the dining room, “Let the nobles fend for themselves.”

The dining room was dimly lit, the chamber curtains that were dark. The doorframe through which he had come was oak. The walls were with a cedar trim, red rugs covered the walls to one’s waist. Above that was a walnut to the ceiling. There were two swords crossed over a shield. There was ham sitting on a tray, there were potatoes and greens on the tray.

My father glared at us as he snarled as he drove his heavy hand on the table. he objects on it danced and fell, said, “Well! Tell me? What have they done for us?”

Mother and I looked at him trying to understand what he was talking about. He had talked to Cala, the moment beforehand. He opened his eyes wide with horror, his biceps bulged as he threw a punch into the air. He lifted his cup from which to drink, the fluid spilled down the crevices of his maw.

He declared, “Nothing!” Heaving another blow with which to frighten us further. He faced me, and said, “Go you bastard. I know what you are? Your mother is a whore. She would spread her legs to any man who would pay. Don’t you? Bitch!”

My mother looked at him, she could not have been said to have done this. Her heart was his? Wasn’t it? Her eyes were a gape. She looked at me, she was wanting to flee as well. Father was violent when he drank. He was drinking. It was to be expected. The blood drained from her face.

That the last time we spoke of anything, There was nothing to be said. We both knew it. I left the house. What my mother desired for not. I am not to be his.

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Benger his huffing and puffing as he returns to walk over to the noble. He looked down to see the body’s chest torn open, The lung on the left side was pulled out. The ribs cracked and broke. Bloodstains covered his chest. Lay across his chest was a heavy topcoat, vest, and silk blouse he wore. The body had his heart removed. The body’s hands were in gloves, one was covered in blood and the other without a blemish. On the other hip was his rapier. Its eyes were open, the pupil concave. His skin was scales. He was not from here. There were markings on the ground about the body.

Benger looked at the guards murdered here. Shakes his head in disgust. His hand trembles, his skin pales.

Benger turned to the other side where the noble had been seated and saw a bag on the floor there. He decided to peer inside the bag. There are scrolls and maps. There’s a coffin-shaped object in it Two inches by 8 inches in scale. It looked whiter than white. It contained scrolls and other objects. Benger looked at the bag and it looked to be about three feet long. He draws it up. It felt heavy. He draws up the coffin-shaped object that is eight inches by two inches in width. He puts this about his neck. He felt that something there that might be important. He held the bag up, slung it over his shoulder to carry it. He looked at Stevie and said,`I think, that’s all, there is to find!”

Don’t you think, we should leave someone here to guard it. It is a noble’s coach after all,@ Stevie suggested.

“There’s nothing here to steal,” Benger said as he shook his head.

@I think, we should go into the inn. Maybe we will find someone there, who will know whatto do about being here?@

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The streets have gas lanterns on them, to allow you to see who is there. The community is properus.

We had to be careful, the streets of Shal were teeming with thieves and their kindred spirits. We knew the dangers, but the food and drink were enough to draw in the most popular of people there. It was nightfall, so the streets are not filled with people at the present moment.

We began to walk on the street watching the shadows as they shifted and danced before our eyes.

We saw a tall shapely woman move out of the shadows wearing a short skirt and a plunging neckline of a gown. Her red hair fell like a mane to enclose her face, there was blush on her cheeks, her eyes had dark grey eyeshadow long eyelashes and her eyes were yellow. A cigarette dangled from her lipstick colored lip.

She put her hand on her large hip and said,” Jack, where have you been?”

I turned to face her, he knew who she was. It was someone I did not want to spend my time her. My face had a scowl upon it. I drew away from her as she walked towards me as I checked her hands, to see nothing in them.

The woman was going to need some money to go away. Otherwise, she would be with me as I entered the Griffin’s Bloody Talons. Dedraw and her hated each other, Dedraw drew a dagger the last time that they were together. Nearly tried to kill her and almost did. The sheriff’s man had to pry her way from her. Dedraw had actually cut her across the breast. It had taken wuite a bit of tiume to heal. I knew that they absolutely disliked her.

I grit my teeth and drew up a bag of coins that I had. I felt sorrow towards her, a tear ran from my eyes. As I threw her the bag of coins. She accepted it and stepped back into the shadows.

”Shela, that is all. I can afford to give you!” I said as I watched her catch the bag in her hands. She slipped into the darkness of the shadows that dwelt there. I winced as I did this.

Shela was a woman that I knew but knew I could not trust. She had taken all Benger’s father had. He was found in a alley with a dagger hanging out of his ribs. The dagger no one had seen anyone with. The dagger looked unlike anyother in the community. There was rumor that a new criminal organiozation had arrievd here. The dagger was their calling card.

It was suggested,” That his father had done someone wrong. Who did it be you did not wish to wrong.”

“No one was willing to talk about it. His father dabbled with the people who dealt in the darkness of the night and crime. His father stole and robbed many people. Benger had wanted to find the murderer of his father. But no one would talk about him or the people he had been dealing with.

Galata said,”It was best to forget he existed. You don’t want that kind of trouble to knock at your door. Look what it did to your dad. What could it do to you?”

Benger looked at her and agreed. He imagined the knife catching him in the guts as he walked past someone in the street. He did not want to die that way. He wanted to help the people who he met ion the street. His hands were not exactly clean, but they weren’t covered in blood. The things he did were to stay alive. He wanted to help the people here as best he could.

Some ladies of the evening were on the streets showing their wares to the people who desired them, They wore cloths that reveal quite a bit if their form, showing off their shapely legs if that is what they want to entice their patrons with or their large breasts, and delicate waists lines. They smiled at the person wanting to be with thiem.

The thieves also were on the streets plying their trade. Cut purses and burglars were occupied in their trade. The denizens who lived here, knew better than to sleep with their windows open as the burglars would walk away with what they sought.

We had to be leery of talking with the people on the streets. I was a noble’s son. My father and I do not agree to do anything with each other, Father had shown me the door and told me to go. Live with my kind whoever they were. My father did not like my friends. We were at war as soon as I learned to talk.

Dedeaw stirred the interest in most men when they saw her. She had a good set of games and wide hips. Her right cheek had a mole. Her lips were plush and eyebrows were thin as the edge of a dagger, She smiled, most men would come to a calling. Her friend Benger was the man who was in love with her.

We walked in the Griffin's bleeding Talon Inn; we smell boar, potatoes, vegetables, onions, apples quartered, spices, cooking over the fire it was mouth watering. The scent of booze, perfumes, sweat, and tobacco. Voices calling out or talking, laughter, songs, and music as well as the sound of coins, plates falling upon the tables and glasses arriving.

Tera at the bar looked at me and smiled, said, "Jack what are you doing here. Hell of a night walk in a storm.”

I said, “I agree!”

Dedraw telling her tale to a table of people enthralled in her story as we approach. Dedraw smiled as she saw Benger see Betty walk by with a tray, drew up a stein of ale. Betty spotted us as Stein lifts and knew who did this. Betty stopped to glare at her out of the corner of her eye, she smiled as she witnessed Stevie nod and reach into her coin purse.

The tables were filled with their patrons. One table empty at the back. Dedraw stared at the empty table as she spies us enter. She smiled, waves as she walks away from the table. Where she told her tale and accepted the coins,

Betty glides toward us, and knew, we would cover the debt, grinned, laughed as we smiled at her. She approached Stevie, and said, “3 silver, so far. Dedraw’s been filling her stomach with food and drink. She needs to see you. Otherwise, we will have to throw her out.”

Stevie winces, after she hears what Dedraw has brought, said, “That is quite the sum she has acquired, What did she eat a horse or cow for that sum. How long has she been in here doing this?”

Betty said,”She wanted the best the house had for drink and a meal! Prime rib! This morning, and all of the evening,”

Stevie rummages about in her coin, pursed to find the coins to cover the cost of these purchases. Finally, finds the coins, she hands Betty the coins to cover the debt. Betty grins, watched as the coins fall to her hand. Betty said,” What are these other coins to cover. We were about to throw her out on her ear. Dedraw is fortunate for you to have come here. Now!"

“That is to cover my loss of the bet I made with Benger, they get a room for the night. I realize that Dedraw has a way of creating problems for herself. I will have Benger tell her this.” Stevie. said as she patted Betty’s derriere, as she wiggled her butt, walked away and gave Stevie a wink.

I know your butt is larger,” I said as I duck her hand as it whizzes by my head and came close to connect with my ear. I was fortunate, I ducked her hand and had messed my hair as it falls into my eyes. I chuckle.

“I’ll... I’ll get you for this,” Stevie warns. Closes her hands, waved sh her fist at my head.

I laugh. And dance away as she advances towards me.


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