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Jeli…… made her play, blissfully unaware that Nord had just fallen for Garael.
In the ensuing conversation about the attractiveness of lady elves and how pirates should woo them, Jeli and Sam were talking about Jeli but Nord, Od and Herewulf were talking about Garael. Nobody actually realised this and the upshot was that while Jeli assumed she was engaged to Nord with Sam as a witness, Nord assumed that he was practically engaged to Garael with Herewulf and Bard as witnesses. Shakespeare was good at this sort of thing. Except he would probably have thrown in a hunting scene, a fatal stabbing, and possibly a jester to explain it all at the end. But at least everybody thought it was all settled and they could get on with the adventure.
"Well, that's settled," remarked Od. "Congratulations, Nord, I hope you two will be very happy together. Now, what say we tackle theRedbrand's Hideout Ruined Manor?
"You don't want to go there," ventured Sam, "My little cousin Carp was playing in the woods there last week and two nice men came out of a secret entrance and gave him sweets. At least, that's what he told auntie."
There was an embarrassed silence for a moment, then Herewulf tactfully changed the subject. "Was there something between you andthe wizard chappy one of the Redbrands, Sam?" he asked innocently. "Only, if you'd rather keep away from the place, we'll quite understand."
Sam pared her fingernails thoughtfully with a small dagger that somehow popped out of her left sleeve and replied "Whatever gave you that idea? I'm just a simple peasant girl with flaxen tresses."
"Er, yes. Well, never mind. You know, I have a dagger exactly like yours - a Chalice and Mason's with a bone handle. I've got mine here somewhere. They're good, aren't they?" Herewulf patted his pockets and frowned. Then he remembered that chainmail hauberks don't have pockets and stopped worrying.
"Well," ventured Od, "We can't just stand around here on the town square waiting for something to happen. S'pose we visit the townmaster and ask the fat, pompous old fool what we are supposed to do next?"
"I heard that," said a voice behind them ...
In the ensuing conversation about the attractiveness of lady elves and how pirates should woo them, Jeli and Sam were talking about Jeli but Nord, Od and Herewulf were talking about Garael. Nobody actually realised this and the upshot was that while Jeli assumed she was engaged to Nord with Sam as a witness, Nord assumed that he was practically engaged to Garael with Herewulf and Bard as witnesses. Shakespeare was good at this sort of thing. Except he would probably have thrown in a hunting scene, a fatal stabbing, and possibly a jester to explain it all at the end. But at least everybody thought it was all settled and they could get on with the adventure.
"Well, that's settled," remarked Od. "Congratulations, Nord, I hope you two will be very happy together. Now, what say we tackle the
"You don't want to go there," ventured Sam, "My little cousin Carp was playing in the woods there last week and two nice men came out of a secret entrance and gave him sweets. At least, that's what he told auntie."
There was an embarrassed silence for a moment, then Herewulf tactfully changed the subject. "Was there something between you and
Sam pared her fingernails thoughtfully with a small dagger that somehow popped out of her left sleeve and replied "Whatever gave you that idea? I'm just a simple peasant girl with flaxen tresses."
"Er, yes. Well, never mind. You know, I have a dagger exactly like yours - a Chalice and Mason's with a bone handle. I've got mine here somewhere. They're good, aren't they?" Herewulf patted his pockets and frowned. Then he remembered that chainmail hauberks don't have pockets and stopped worrying.
"Well," ventured Od, "We can't just stand around here on the town square waiting for something to happen. S'pose we visit the townmaster and ask the fat, pompous old fool what we are supposed to do next?"
"I heard that," said a voice behind them ...