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Holiday in the Sun - Conclusion
They returned to a cheering crowd.
“I knew you’d win out all along!” said Baldric. “And here’s yer treasure!”
Two men dragged a heavy chest of exotic spices up to the stage. Vlad accepted it graciously.
“You were right,” Dril said to Ilmarė, a hint of admiration in his voice.
“I’ve studied human history,” said Ilmarė. “The majority of Captain Drac’s booty was exotic spices. He raided trading ships, and very few ships carry bars of gold. So it stands to reason that the treasure was a case of spices.”
“I suppose so,” said Dril. “And what of Lucius and Egil?”
“They’re back at the Temple,” said Ilmarė. “I’ve told them not to trust any more dwarves promising them information about Lucius’ nightmares.”
“Strange,” said Dril. “I didn’t find a dwarf’s body anywhere in the spider’s lair.”
”You wouldn’t,” said Ilmarė. “That was an aranea, a shapeshifter. It used its dwarf form to lure the two idiots to the basement. The equipment we found was all dwarf-sized.”
“Oh?” asked Dril. “What kind of equipment?”
“A sword, a pair of boots, and leather armor. It’s all dyed purple, with a yellow sign burned onto it. It’s the same sign that was on the temple wall.” She showed him the scabbard. The wavy triskelion was emblazoned in yellow on the purple leather, leather that came from no natural beast.
Dril was silent. Behind him, the crowd was cheering and carrying Vlad, no longer in his armor, aloft. Vlad’s defeat made him more popular than if he had actually won the One-Eyed Jack contest.
“Dril?” asked Ilmarė, concern in her voice.
“I don’t know why I didn’t make the connection before,” said Dril. “The aranea whispered something which might have been addressed to me…or maybe it was just muttering to itself.”
“Whispered what?”
Dril didn’t respond.
“Dril?” asked Ilmarė, losing patience. “What did it say?”
When Dril finally responded, his gaze was unfocused, his features cold. “It said:
“Have you seen the Yellow Sign?”
“Have you seen the Yellow Sign?”
“Have you seen the Yellow Sign?”
They returned to a cheering crowd.
“I knew you’d win out all along!” said Baldric. “And here’s yer treasure!”
Two men dragged a heavy chest of exotic spices up to the stage. Vlad accepted it graciously.
“You were right,” Dril said to Ilmarė, a hint of admiration in his voice.
“I’ve studied human history,” said Ilmarė. “The majority of Captain Drac’s booty was exotic spices. He raided trading ships, and very few ships carry bars of gold. So it stands to reason that the treasure was a case of spices.”
“I suppose so,” said Dril. “And what of Lucius and Egil?”
“They’re back at the Temple,” said Ilmarė. “I’ve told them not to trust any more dwarves promising them information about Lucius’ nightmares.”
“Strange,” said Dril. “I didn’t find a dwarf’s body anywhere in the spider’s lair.”
”You wouldn’t,” said Ilmarė. “That was an aranea, a shapeshifter. It used its dwarf form to lure the two idiots to the basement. The equipment we found was all dwarf-sized.”
“Oh?” asked Dril. “What kind of equipment?”
“A sword, a pair of boots, and leather armor. It’s all dyed purple, with a yellow sign burned onto it. It’s the same sign that was on the temple wall.” She showed him the scabbard. The wavy triskelion was emblazoned in yellow on the purple leather, leather that came from no natural beast.
Dril was silent. Behind him, the crowd was cheering and carrying Vlad, no longer in his armor, aloft. Vlad’s defeat made him more popular than if he had actually won the One-Eyed Jack contest.
“Dril?” asked Ilmarė, concern in her voice.
“I don’t know why I didn’t make the connection before,” said Dril. “The aranea whispered something which might have been addressed to me…or maybe it was just muttering to itself.”
“Whispered what?”
Dril didn’t respond.
“Dril?” asked Ilmarė, losing patience. “What did it say?”
When Dril finally responded, his gaze was unfocused, his features cold. “It said:
“Have you seen the Yellow Sign?”
“Have you seen the Yellow Sign?”
“Have you seen the Yellow Sign?”