Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
As the pair approach Maidensbridge, Hazel breaks her silence.
"Emus? Could ya maybe not mention to Bufer that I was following him?" She grins sheepishly. "He might take it the wrong way, and I know meeting with the wizard is important to him, even if it is fool headed."
"Unless he asks me to my face, I won't bring it up."
As Emus and Hazel approach town, Skeeter starts barking when he sees the commotion in the orchard and races forward toward what he sees as play.
"What the hells?" Emus trots after Skeeter.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
Heda Littlelark grabs Hazel by the hands, and begins to tug her in one direction, then the other.
"HAZEL! The constable was looking for you! Where is he? He was over ... but maybe he's ... try at the general store!"
She releases Hazel and runs over to a group of Farrin dwarves who are muttering darkly and pointing toward Green Mountain looming through the trees.
"That's odd. Heda's not one for flustering easy."
Hazel sets off at a run for Kramer's General Store. Constable Bridger stands on the front step, looking grim, speaking to someone inside the shop. When he spots the pair, he bids the person he's speaking to farewell and stumps down and heads toward the bridge, beckoning Hazel and Emus over to him.
"Heda said ... you're looking ... for me," Hazel gasps as she skids to a halt.
"I wish you had been around earlier," the constable growls, watching her pant. "Rutiger and Pentagruel Kramer are missing. Their father says they were going to play in the Tulgey on the edge of the orchard, but they apparently had a nasty argument with their stepmother earlier. I sent Deputy Gallaway to look for signs of them, and he had Emmerson with him, but those two are no trackers. If you and Emus could find them and aid with the search, I'd greatly appreciate it."
He hobbles another pace away from the general store, lowering his voice.
"There's too much in the woods that can make a wee one disappear, never to be seen again. The longer they're missing, the less likely their father will see them again alive."
"You got anything Skeeter can use to get their scent?"
"Ask inside. I'm sure the children's parents would let the dog sniff their bedding."
"We'll find 'em, sir," Hazel says, flooded with guilt. "How long ago did Tuck an' Emmerson set out after them?"
"I don't know. An hour ago?" The constable shakes his head. "I've spent my afternoon listening to panicked parents and sorting out fairy tales when I should have been out in the field myself."
Emus walks inside the store, Skeeter at his side.
"Attention! Constable asked us to help Tucker and Emmerson in the search. I need something of them for Skeeter to get the scent."
Skeeter sits in his hind legs, doing a dignified open mouthed breathing (dignified only because no saliva is dripping on the floor), shaking his tail.
Lars Kramer brings the twins' blanket from their bed at a run, thrusting the somewhat threadbare quilt at Emus and Skeeter in a panic. His young wife looks on, somewhat skeptical of the dog and dwarf shedding leaves and mud all over the store's wood floor.
"Here, of course! Please, Master Dwarf, you'll find them, won't you?"
Emus takes the quilt from the shaking Lars and shows it to Skeeter.
"Smell." Skeeter's nose sniffs up and down the quilt until, with a snort, he announces to Emus that he has the scent. "Track."
Skeeter's eyes shine. Sniffing the air, he runs outside the store.
Outside, the constable claps his hand on Hazel's shoulder.
"I know you'll do your best, Hazel. Deputy Gallaway and young Emmerson set out more than an hour ago, setting out from the orchard. I'm certain you'll find a track left by those two."
She manages to hear Emus's voice as he and the dog run away.
"Hazel! Skeeter's got the scent! Get moving!"
Hazel waves a hasty good-bye to the constable and runs after the dwarf and his dog toward the orchard.
"Emus? Could ya maybe not mention to Bufer that I was following him?" She grins sheepishly. "He might take it the wrong way, and I know meeting with the wizard is important to him, even if it is fool headed."
"Unless he asks me to my face, I won't bring it up."
As Emus and Hazel approach town, Skeeter starts barking when he sees the commotion in the orchard and races forward toward what he sees as play.
"What the hells?" Emus trots after Skeeter.
"Your guess is as good as mine."
Heda Littlelark grabs Hazel by the hands, and begins to tug her in one direction, then the other.
"HAZEL! The constable was looking for you! Where is he? He was over ... but maybe he's ... try at the general store!"
She releases Hazel and runs over to a group of Farrin dwarves who are muttering darkly and pointing toward Green Mountain looming through the trees.
"That's odd. Heda's not one for flustering easy."
Hazel sets off at a run for Kramer's General Store. Constable Bridger stands on the front step, looking grim, speaking to someone inside the shop. When he spots the pair, he bids the person he's speaking to farewell and stumps down and heads toward the bridge, beckoning Hazel and Emus over to him.
"Heda said ... you're looking ... for me," Hazel gasps as she skids to a halt.
"I wish you had been around earlier," the constable growls, watching her pant. "Rutiger and Pentagruel Kramer are missing. Their father says they were going to play in the Tulgey on the edge of the orchard, but they apparently had a nasty argument with their stepmother earlier. I sent Deputy Gallaway to look for signs of them, and he had Emmerson with him, but those two are no trackers. If you and Emus could find them and aid with the search, I'd greatly appreciate it."
He hobbles another pace away from the general store, lowering his voice.
"There's too much in the woods that can make a wee one disappear, never to be seen again. The longer they're missing, the less likely their father will see them again alive."
"You got anything Skeeter can use to get their scent?"
"Ask inside. I'm sure the children's parents would let the dog sniff their bedding."
"We'll find 'em, sir," Hazel says, flooded with guilt. "How long ago did Tuck an' Emmerson set out after them?"
"I don't know. An hour ago?" The constable shakes his head. "I've spent my afternoon listening to panicked parents and sorting out fairy tales when I should have been out in the field myself."
Emus walks inside the store, Skeeter at his side.
"Attention! Constable asked us to help Tucker and Emmerson in the search. I need something of them for Skeeter to get the scent."
Skeeter sits in his hind legs, doing a dignified open mouthed breathing (dignified only because no saliva is dripping on the floor), shaking his tail.
Lars Kramer brings the twins' blanket from their bed at a run, thrusting the somewhat threadbare quilt at Emus and Skeeter in a panic. His young wife looks on, somewhat skeptical of the dog and dwarf shedding leaves and mud all over the store's wood floor.
"Here, of course! Please, Master Dwarf, you'll find them, won't you?"
Emus takes the quilt from the shaking Lars and shows it to Skeeter.
"Smell." Skeeter's nose sniffs up and down the quilt until, with a snort, he announces to Emus that he has the scent. "Track."
Skeeter's eyes shine. Sniffing the air, he runs outside the store.
Outside, the constable claps his hand on Hazel's shoulder.
"I know you'll do your best, Hazel. Deputy Gallaway and young Emmerson set out more than an hour ago, setting out from the orchard. I'm certain you'll find a track left by those two."
She manages to hear Emus's voice as he and the dog run away.
"Hazel! Skeeter's got the scent! Get moving!"
Hazel waves a hasty good-bye to the constable and runs after the dwarf and his dog toward the orchard.