Sitting alone at a table in the infamous ‘Necktie Inn’, Gray lined a finger gently along the golden rim of the goblet that waited in front of him. Tired from foraging in the near by wilds and, alone with his thoughts to comfort him, he wondered of this curious new land in which he found himself. With a short grunt, he cleared his throat and took a sip of the cool, bubbling cider that filled the goblet.
A short, chapped smile met Gray’s lips as he thought of the hot-headed, gold bearded dwarf and his lizard friend. A simple shake of his head concluded the memory as he found himself gazing then casually at the curious characters that bided there, sharing the same down-time amusements, as he. He basked in a feeling of content, one that had been left vacant for longer than he cared to remember.
“Finally I find a choice of security and dwelling, without the worry to meddle with pompous fools and delusional light seekers…”
He whispered to the cider as he lowered his goblet, chipping away with content at the splintered table wood with his free hand. Picking off, he thought, things that seemed unattainable back on Gobaith.
“I controlled that island without barely lifting a finger” He proclaimed vaguely with a shrug, to the goblet.
“Trust, friendship, allies…”
One for every shard. Such things came to fruition for Gray, on this new land. Be it by his own words or communal unity. He lacked the care to wonder more. Perhaps the fall of Gobaith had rid him of the baggage that he had accumulated. But then again, perhaps not.
“It is was it is. A deal is a deal.” He thought, whipping his neck back and finishing the goblet.
“The king of diamonds has come to Galmair. And he intends to stay. “
Stroking a scar faded hand through his ragged and brittle hair, he whispered few words to the goblet before standing tall.
“By any means necessary…”
A short, chapped smile.
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