The Taking of Kobold Hall part 2

Part 2 of the backstory to Dremelor's Troop...

Fallcrest
The train rolled through the King’s Gate, Hallun gave a wave to a tall guard who nodded slowly as the wagons went by. They then continued up into the Lower Quay of Fallcrest.

“We’ll be taking a pint here,” Hallun said as the wagons stopped. The caravan stopped at the Blue Moon tavern. “Best ale in this city here,” Hallun continued as he climbed down from his perch.

Mal didn’t move at first and when Dane noticed he climbed back up. “Come now Mal,” he felt just terrible and it showed in his voice, “come have a drink, it’ll do you good.”

Mal said nothing, but followed Dane and the other dwarves inside. The inside of the Blue Moon was rather nice compared to the ruined southern part of Fallcrest. There was a fair crowd, though the dwarves found a table easy enough.

“Winnomar,” Rone Gallinson said with a smile, “a round please.”

An older man behind the bar nodded and readied enough ale for the table.

“How is she,” Rone asked as Winnomar brought it over.

“Kemara? She’s well, she’s in town at the moment.”

“Tell her I was asking for her.” Rone again flashed a smile.

“Will do,” Winnomar answered.

“Who is she,” Dane asked.

“Kemara,” Rone gathered his thoughts, “she is the brewmaster here. In all my travels, best ale outside the mountain, and even if she is halfling, a woman that can brew like that can bear my children any time.”

“Bah!” Dane smacked the table, “halfling? It must be luck if she can brew.”

“That’s luck I will take then,” Rone retorted, and the table burst into laughter.

Mal sat silent for some time. It wasn’t till Rone noticed and gave him a nudge that Mal drank his pint. Rone was exactly what you would assume a dwarven warrior to be in Mal’s estimation. Stout, leather skin and an axe that while tarnished and beaten still looked sharp enough to split a skull with a single blow. Mal took his drink and soon enough had a few more. Night fell without Mal noticing, and the place filled quite a bit without him noticing as well. Rone had made his way to the bar as he spent as much time with the brewmaster, Kemara Brownbottle, as he could. Mal wasn’t sure when Rone had left, or when Kemara had arrived. He took a moment to take in his surroundings, he realized he needed to not know exactly what was going on around him at all times, at least for this night. He had warmed up to his loud and obnoxious gang of dwarves and he even had made peace with Dane in his mind. It was a blur from there, Mal didn’t remember setting up a camp, but he woke in a tent with Dane and quite a headache. Each time Dane snored it rattled Mal’s head something fierce. He rose holding the side of his head and headed out of the tent. Outside he saw the outer city of Fallcrest, the walls to the city were mostly ruined and the buildings were sparse, but to the north he could see a much more thickly settled area. People were working fields and minding animals all around, Mal noticed a river near the camp and he made his way to it to wash up a bit. When he returned, Dane was up as were many of the other dwarves.

“Only the front wagon has trade here,” Dane began as Mal entered earshot, “want to join them.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I do,” Mal said as he nodded quickly.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The wagon headed out, the driver was Vannin, the elder of the dwarves on the trip. They headed over a small bridge and into town. The wagon pulled to the side of a shop called Sandercot Provisioners, Mal and Dane unloaded while Vannin headed in to see Nimena Sandercot. After a while Vannin returned as Dane and Mal stood and looked things over in the Lower Quay. Vannin shook his head as he neared them.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“She’s a hard one to deal with I tell you, she has her boys coming out for the crates.” Vannin climbed up as he spoke.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I think we’ll stay,” Dane said as he was fixed on a small festival that was going on in the market green. He hadn’t seen anything like this before.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Rone will want to move on,” Vannin said to Dane.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I am not going anywhere I don’t think,” Mal replied to Vannin, “I don’t believe Dane and I are headed on to Hammerfast.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Vannin and Dane both shot Mal puzzled looks.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Dane,” Mal turned to his friend, “I think you and I need to blaze our own path for a while.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The dwarves still looked puzzled.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“If you are amazed at a simple festival,” Mal crouched down to look Dane square in the eye, “I think you need to get out of the mountain friend, just like I need to find a new place for myself.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Dane thought a bit and squinted one eye, “yes,” he said as he slowly began to nod, “yes indeed, Vannin,” Dane then turned to Vannin, “tell Rone to head on without me.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">A smile came to Vannin, “you are your fathers son Galdane, your uncle will not be pleased, but you are right to want to stay.” Vannin then snapped the whip and flung a sack to Dane, “here’s twenty gold from that old hag in there, it should get you going for a while, live well Galdane.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Vannin pulled out and Mal and Dane headed to the market green. There were amazing sights and sounds in the festival; performers, musicians and artisans all showed their best as the two walked about. There was an understood making of the peace by deciding to stay together and they both knew it. They walked and looked about with big smiles on their faces, until Mal felt something.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">A quick tug and Mal spun around and clamped down quickly on a small wrist. Mal locked eyes with a halfling girl who squinted hard as she was caught. She flailed mightily, but Mal had an iron grip on her.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“You’re a feisty sprout aren’t you halfling,” Mal said with a chuckle.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What is this then,” Dane was puzzled.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I believe we have a master pickpocket her,” Mal again chuckled as he said it.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The halfling stopped trying to break loose and instead swung at Mal wildly.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Here, here young miss, no need for that. By the looks of you, you need every pocket you can slip into.” Mal looked her over and her rags told him she was struggling to just survive. “You have spirit, that is good,” he continued after a pause to inspect his captive, “I am sure that has kept you alive to this point. Unfortunately you have chosen your victim poorly.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Shall I swat her,” Dane asked. At first Mal laughed, but then did a double take as he saw Dane was serious.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Nothing of the sort,” Mal let her go as he grabbed Dane with both hands and spun him to look at him, “she may be poor but there is something about this little sprout, she has fire.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal then turned to the halfling, but she was gone. Mal searched the crowd in all directions but there was no sign of her at all.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“She’s smart to run,” Dane grunted, “smart to not try and pick a dwarfs pocket as well, we’re far too keen for that sort of mischief.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“You’re going to have to be a bit more accepting of other Dane, you’re not in the mountain anymore.” Mal had a huge grin as he knew it would insight Dane who looked and was about to explode till he saw Mal’s expression. The two continued on and made a day of simply exploring the city. Mal found a bookseller that interested him greatly and Dane had his eye on a few tap houses. They made their way to the Old Tree Inn not far from the market green and got themselves a room. Mal paid as Dane went to check out the bar room, which was lively. Mal made his way to meet Dane when he saw something through the window.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What is it?” Dane saw Mal’s attention was peaked.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“That halfling, she’s out there.” Mal stretched his neck to see over the crowd.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I suppose you want to bring her in for a drink then.” Dane said as he laughed at his own joke.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Something like that,” Mal said as he made his way past Dane and headed to the window.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Dane was confused for a moment, then followed Mal. Mal looked out to the street and he was focused on the halfling.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“She’s better than this.” Mal said as Dane caught up to him.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Dane burst out laughing, “she’s in the stocks,” he questioned as another laugh burst out. “No I think she is right where she belongs.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal shot Dane a disapproving look. “I am going to help her,” he said.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Why?” Dane shot his hands up in the air.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I think she needs it,” Mal returned as he looked to the crowd. “Tell me,” Mal said to the closest stranger, “what will happen to that halfling in the stocks.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Usually,” the half drunk man began, “they’ll leave it there for ridicule for a day then depending on what it did they’ll serve punishment.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Suppose she was a thief,” Mal continued.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Probably take its hands.” The man said flatly.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Thank you.” Mal answered as he began to formulate in his mind.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Mal,” Dane began as he pulled Mal down into a chair, “we just got into this town, I don’t think trouble is what we are looking to find here.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I know Dane, but there is something that tells me to help that girl, so I must.” Mal still had his wheels turning furiously in his head.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Well mind your gold then,” Dane said as he motioned for a tankard, “I’ll be here when you’re done.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No,” Mal began as he was unaware of Dane’s cavalier attitude, “later, tonight perhaps.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">When the tankards arrived Mal came back to reality, his plan already hatched. The two sat the rest of the evening and still took in their new surroundings.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What shall we do then,” Dane questioned as they sat.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“A good question,” Mal answered as he hadn’t put a lot of thought into it, “we could always be sell swords.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I could do with a bit more adventure,” Dane said as he finished off his current tankard, “I’ve yet to get my axe quite dirty enough.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Bloody adventures then,” Mal said with a laugh, “a good way to get yourself killed.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Not us Mal,” Dane said with a puzzled look, “I figure we can stand up to most.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Indeed,” Mal indulged his friend, “cheers to that then.” Mal raised his tankard and toasted with Dane who went to drink, but was shocked to find it empty.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I may have found my limit,” he said as he put it down with disappointment.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The two finished and headed up the stairs to sleep. Mal drank far less than Dane and rose early to set things into motion. He made his way out just before the sun rose and headed down the street by the sleeping halfling as she hung in the stocks. Mal doubled back and smiled as the streets were about as empty as he had hoped they would be. From out of an alley behind the halfling Mal sprung to the stock and grabbed the lock. The jarring of the stocks woke the halfling who was completely out of sorts. Mal was able to calm her before she made too much commotion and went to work on the lock.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Any help would be great,” Mal said to the halfling as he stuck a thin sliver of metal in the key hole.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What are you doing,” the halfling asked as she was befuddled as to what Mal was doing there.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Look I am sure you deserve to be here,” Mal said as he was struggling with the lock, “but I think you need another chance and I can give it to you.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Well you are doing it wrong,” the halfling said with a smirk, don’t pull down on the lock – you’re working against yourself. Push it up and try to pick open the latch, then yank down.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal tried a few times, but eventually he got it. Mal was quite pleased with himself for a moment and looked to the halfling for approval.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Now what,” she said as she looked down the street.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal was deflated a bit, but recovered quickly, “lets head up town and get a meal in you.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“This way,” she said as she shot down the alley Mal had entered from.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The two made their way swiftly out of the lower quay and headed up the long stairs to the upper quay. Mal couldn’t help but take in the sights as he noticed a waterfall and giant ridge that separated the two sections of town. He was still quick, though the halfling was hard to keep up with. They made it almost all the way to the Knights Gate and out of the city when the halfling stopped.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“We can go here,” she said as she turned into a building. The sign read, The Silver Unicorn, and it was dead quiet as would be expected at such an early hour. The two strolled in and Wisara Osterman looked a bit surprised at first, but quickly shook it off and gave them a big smile.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Anywhere you like,” she began, “or is it a room you need?”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No, just breakfast.” Mal said as he made his way to a table. The two sat and Wisara headed for the kitchen.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“So do you have a name then?” Mal started immediately in order to cut to the chase.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What’s it to you,” she inquired with a smirk, “what is this anyways?”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Not much for gratitude I suppose, you’d rather they took your hands then?” Mal fixed his armor as he spoke.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Alright, thanks I suppose,” she sat back hard in her chair, “but I would have gotten out.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Well your arms would come right out once they chopped them I suppose.” Mal smiled to himself as he said it.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Alright enough of that,” she was instantly annoyed.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Fair enough, I remember you to be a feisty sprout, so I believe I will call you sprout then. My name is Malvain Dremelor, but most call me Mal.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“So what does a tiefling want with a lowly halfling anyways?” Shanna pulled herself forward as she grabbed the table.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Haflings?” Mal looked to her in half disgust, “I’m not interested in halflings, just you really, I see something in you that I like.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What?” Shanna was scared for a moment.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Look, my friend and I are here in Fallcrest, we aren’t even sure what we are doing here, perhaps we’ll be sell swords and perhaps we could use some nimble fingers if we find work. I know I barely know you and aside from catching you in my back pocket I can see you have a knack for the shadow arts.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“A job then,” the halfling looked shocked, “no one has ever offered me a anything before, forget a job…I have a bad feeling – perhaps I should cut your throat right here.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal chuckled, “stand down soldier, I am true in what I offer, equal share in an adventuring company. Sometimes you would have a lot to do with our work other times not as much but always equal share.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The halfling stared hard and long at Mal. She squinted and reasoned in her mind.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“All right,” she said grudgingly.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Excellent,” Mal said with a smile.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">It was at that time Wisara came out with two plates, “hope you’re hungry,” she said as she laid them down. The halfling barely waited for the plate to drop before she dove in.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal smiled and held off laughter as he looked to Wisara, “she’s hungry enough for the both of us.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Wisara smiled back then gave the halfling a worried look as she walked away.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Name’s Shanna,” she said between bites.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal looked quickly to her but then was instantly disgusted as she spoke with food flying out of her mouth, “I’ll stick with Sprout.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Shanna shrugged and continued eating. Mal lost his appetite about half way through, but Shanna quickly took care of his plate to. After the Silver Unicorn they headed back to the Lower Quay, Mal had a plan in mind. They made it back to the Old Tree, but Dane had woke and left already.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Once inside Mal barely let the door close behind them. “You’ll stay here Sprout, I’ll get you some new clothes so you’re not so easily recognizable to the guard. There should be water in the basin there, clean yourself up and they’ll never notice you, just stay here – don’t leave this room.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Got it boss,” she quipped, giving Mal a military salute.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal let it pass and shut the door behind him as he glided down the stairs and out the door. He made his way to Sandercot’s and found some clothes and a basic pack for Shanna and himself. He had realized the night before that they left their gear with the wagon train. Luckily, he had his gold and was armed and armored or he would really have trouble. He went quickly, though was thorough in picking out gear, then headed back to the inn. As he approached he cracked a half smile as he saw Shanna skulking on the rooftops watching for him. He acted as if he saw nothing and headed in.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Inside Dane was now seated with another dwarf and they were sharing a pint.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“There you are,” Dane said as Mal walked in.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Sorry, I had some business – say have you been upstairs since you came back?”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No,” Dane answered in surprise.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Very good!” Mal said as he continued past Dane and up the stairs. He headed into the room and Shanna was there, sitting on the bed.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“At least you cleaned yourself up,” Mal said as he threw her a small dark leather sack, “this should do for a while – you know that’s twice I’ve caught you, I may need to reconsider our agreement.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Twice what?” Shanna said aghast, then she slowly realized he must have seen her and she let out a long sigh.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No bother Sprout,” Mal said as he dropped his rucksack, “come down stairs and talk with Dane.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“The dwarf? I’d rather not.” Shanna said as she began to open her pack.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“He’s all hot air, get changed, burn what you have on and come down.” Mal then went out before Shanna could retort. She looked up quickly, but was left with nothing but a loud emphasized exhale. Mal made his way back down and saw Dane was now seated alone.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Did I scare off your friend,” Mal sat at Danes table.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No, no,” Dane took a slug of his mead, “he had to open his shop, he’s an armorer you know.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Armorer,” Mal perked up at that, “I left my shield on the wagon.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Hmmm,” Dane nodded, “staying was rather spontaneous, not really how a dwarf operates, I think you’re a bad influence.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Perhaps,” Mal said as he was occupied, looking to the stairs for Shanna.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“You know that armorer, he has a job for us.” Dane was a bit squeamish as he said it.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal picked up on it and was curious, “A job you say, what sort of work, anything we’d want?”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I hope so,” Dane said as he again drank his mead.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What is going on Dane,” Mal was puzzled to say the least.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I sort of took the job already,” Dane said while holding his tankard up to his mouth still.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What,” Mal was angered instantly.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“He’s a good dwarven brother, I felt compelled to help.” Dane knew what he had done would rub Mal the wrong way, “look I promise to not do it again Mal, but I need to help him.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal was put at ease by this, and also as his mind worked he thought it could easily help him tell Dane about Shanna.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No Dane, pardon my reaction,” Mal sat back in his chair, “I fear I have done much the same to you.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“You’ve found work for us as well?” Dane was actually excited at the prospect.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No,” Mal quenched Danes excitement instantly, “but I did find us some more help.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Dane looked puzzled at Mal as he was unsure what to expect. It was then Shanna burst through the front door. Mal was, at first surprised, but then knew he should have expected it from her. She continued to move quickly as she sprang up onto Dane and Mal’s table.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Who thinks they can drink me under the table?” She burst out as she stood proudly on the table.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Laughter burst out in the half full bar room. Dane was about to stand when Mal stopped him.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Wait,” Dane said as he looked at Shanna. Dane then shot a look out the window to the stock and then at Mal, “that’s the dirty halfling.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Well to be fair,” Mal answered softly, “she’s not so dirty anymore. Let’s see what she is up to.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">As the laughter of the taproom subsided, a smirk came across her face as she pulled a sack from her waist and dropped it on the table, “twenty gold says I can take the best of you,” the sound of the coin hitting the table got everyone’s attention. All the men in the place looked at each other wondering who would take her up on it, till finally a large man with a great beard stood from a far table. Even standing on the table Shanna was not as tall as this burly fellow who stood eye to eye with her.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I am Redlyn,” he said as he presented himself to her, “this will be easy,” he continued as he pulled a chair out, spun it around and sat on it backwards. He plopped down a sack of coins of his own and a bit of a crowd formed around the table. Shanna hopped down and motioned to the bar keep. He brought over a platter each with five small glasses of liquor.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Bottoms up,” Shanna said as she immediately raised the first and shot it back quickly. Her opponent did the same as quickly as he could after her and continued with the others. Shanna did the same, but not in the hurried pace of Redlyn. Mal and Dane watched fascinated as they had a front row seat, but then something happened to Mal. A smile came to his face as he realized what was happening. The side of his leg was suddenly wet and without drawing attention he watched under the table. While pretending to adjust his boot he watched as Shanna was dumping her drinks on the floor. As Mal sat back up he couldn’t ever catch her switching full glasses for empties as she pretended to drink. A smile of satisfaction and almost pride came to Mals face as he watched his new friend work. This was obviously a well practiced act for her, and she played it perfectly. After a few more trips from the barkeep Redlyn became fairly shaky. Shanna played along and began to show signs herself. Eventually Redlyn went to sit back in his chair not realizing he had spun it around and he hit the floor. After a quick moment to see if he’d recover Shanna leapt to her feet with her arms raised, she scooped up both sacks and pretended to shuffle out of the room. As she passed the barkeep she pulled five gold from her sack and paid him a generous tip. Dane and Mal followed her after a moment, as Mal wanted to make sure there was no retaliation coming.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Maybe I do like her,” Dane said as they got up, “she can drink!”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal chuckled as he smacked Dane on the back, “Indeed.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The two made their way to the room and as the door opened and Dane stepped in Shanna threw him one of the sacks.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“This belongs to you,” she said as she now showed no effect of her drinking.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What is this?” Dane was incredibly puzzled.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“That’s yours,” Shanna returned the puzzled look in jest.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“From Vannin I presume,” Mal interjected.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Vannin,” Dane reached back to where the sack should have been, “why you dirty little!”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Enough now,” Mal stood between them as Dane looked set to charge, “I believe that is enough introduction for the newest member of the group.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Dane fumed for a bit then relented, “when did you pick it?”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Right before boss man here caught me in his pocket,” Shanna said with pride.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Ha,” Mal burst out, “how did she overcome your keen dwarven insight.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“So she will be coming on the job then?” Dane thought it best to change the subject and avoid reacting to Mal’s comment. Mal nodded and Shanna’s interest was evident.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“very well then,” he began with a disappointed but accepting tone, “I have spoken with Teldorthan Ironhews, we used to call him Goldcap when he would travel through Iron Mountain because of the sheen he achieved on his helmets. Well he has set up a shop here in Fallcrest and I saw him this morning out on the streets. After a pint of two he told me of a problem he has. It seems he had traded for a green dragon hide from the north. He has had a hard time of it here and was counting on this hide to make a fine suit of armor and fetch a fairly high price. Rumor has it, and ol’Goldcap is certain of it, that a clan of kobolds have plundered the wagon carrying the hide and taken it to a ruined manor north of here fittingly known as Kobold Hall. Seems the place is overrun with overgrowth and the manor house has fallen, it’s in the underground chambers the kobolds have taken hold. There’s one tribe in particular who has taken root and have begun to branch out raiding folks on the Kings Road. There’s a man from the House of the Sun, another friend Teldorthan and I share named Grundelmar, he is the head priest there. He has been on an expedition to map the underworkings of the ruins before the kobolds moved in. Goldcap has agreed to have Grundelmar send them to us, he is sending a man at midday.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“So what’s it pay,” Shanna was quick to question as Dane paused.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What’s it pay?” Dane shot back disgusted, “that’s not the point of this runt!”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“It’s a fair question Dane,” Mal butted in, “we are in need, we are aspiring to be sell swords after all.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Dane shot Mal a suspicious look, “so you’re just going to take her side in everything now, I can catch the wagon train with a good horse if that’s the case.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No, no Dane, just till you accept her is all, we are all equal share partners in this, that’s the only way this works.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Till she jabs a knife in yer back,” Dane looked sideways at Shanna.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Dane!” Mal was instantly furious, “that’s quite enough, a thief perhaps but not a cut throat-”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No,” Shanna cut him off, “he’s right.” She then went about stuffing her gold sack in her pack.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Don’t make it worse,” Mal tried to calm the situation.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“sure thing boss,” Shanna replied.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“This’ll be fun,” Dane snorted as he turned to go out, “I’ll be waiting for the man from the temple downstairs.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I need to read up on this Kobold Hall,” Mal thought out loud.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“There’s a book seller in the Upper Quay, Ferrins Tomes and Tablets, I can show you,” Shanna offered.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Very well,” Mal answered, “Dane we will gone and back within the hour.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Within the hour,” Dane nodded as he said it and trudged out.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“There’s no need to insight him,” Mal made sure Dane had left before saying it.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I know,” Shanna replied, “let’s go.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Shanna and Mal headed back into the Upper Quay, she led him right to the shop. Ferrins Tomes and Tablets was a wonderland to Mal. The size of the shop did nothing for the inside. Every square inch of space was used to store books, scrolls and any sort of written record to be had, or so it seemed. Stacks towered high to the ceiling and shelves lined every wall.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“This is spectacular,” Mal gasped as they entered.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Right,” Shanna replied sarcastically, “I’ll be outside.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Inside there was an older man milling about helping those he could. After a short while he came to Mal and offered assistance,

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What can I do for you my friend,” his voice was kindly and calm.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Kobold Hall, Kobold Hall is what I am interested in.” Mal was occupied with reading book spines in the stack before him.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Kobold Hall,” Ferrin was deep in thought at the request, “I am not sure there is much written on the old manor house. Plenty on the surrounding Cloak Wood if that helps.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Hmmm,” Mal was disappointed, “that will do.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Over here,” Ferrin led Mal to a different section, “it’s up there, the maroon one, it covers most of the vale, but it has a comprehensive chapter on the Cloakwood.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Oh,” Mal was more excited that it covered the whole area, “that will do just fine, I’ll get up there I am sure you have plenty others to help, I thank you.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Very well,” Ferrin replied, “there is a clerk by the door.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal looked about for something to stand on when a staff crossed the side of his head. Mal shifted quickly away, but then smiled as he realized what was happening.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Profound reflexes,” a man in a long robe said as he extended his staff and pulled the top of the book out with the head of the staff, “catch,” he said as the book teetered off the shelf.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal was quick to swoop in and snag it, “I thank you.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“At your service.” The tall man said with a smile as he did a half bow.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Malvain Dremelor,” Mal extended his hand to shake.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Severace,” the man replied.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“A sorcerer?” Mal inquired cautiously.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Correct,” Severace replied, “I came to Fallcrest to try and apprentice under Nimozaran the Green at the Septarch’s Tower, but he turned me away. He is in search of experienced spell casters to join him in the tower to rebuild the Fallcrest Order of Wizards and I have little experience by his standards.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Interesting,” Mal’s brain instantly raced with ideas, “perhaps you overheard me ask of Kobold Hall, it is a fallen keep overrun by kobolds to the north of Fallcrest. My associates and I have been conscripted to retrieve a dragon hide from the kobolds and return it to its rightful owner. We are short a spellcaster in our troop, perhaps you could acquire some experience.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Severace’s eyes widened at the invitation, “I would indeed, I have travelled far to seek audience with Nimozaran and have nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth for my trouble,” Severace then handed Mal a scroll, “this is the record of the Dark Fortnight, a very well known story where I am from, I have never seen it in its written form however. The writing is of elven hand and thus very elegant for such a terrible ordeal, your appearance tells me you are not from the Vale so as a man after knowledge you would be remiss to not read of this.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Thank you very much,” Mal gladly accepted it, “I will take it. We are at the Old Tree Inn down near Sandercot’s, do you know it.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I am afraid not,” Severace replied, “I am at the Nentir Inn on the north end of the city, across the river.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“North end,” Mal again had a thought burst to the front of his head, “we will come to you, if you would secure another room for myself and two others and we will be there this evening.” Mal was glad to get Shanna out of the Lower Quay on the off chance she would be recognized and it was obvious how much better everything was atop the bluff in the Upper Quay.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I will be there catching up on some reading,” Severace said as he grabbed a small stack of books he had put down to help Mal.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Excellent,” Mal replied. He then took his book and scroll, paid the clerk and headed out. “Sprout he said as he met up with her outside the shop, “we have our magic user.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Shanna looked puzzled a bit, “where did you go?”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“The bookstore,” Mal replied, “let’s go we want to beat the cleric to the Inn.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">They quickly made their way to the Old Tree and found Dane alone at a table. They sat and Mal explained about the book shop, Severace, and that they would be changing to the Nentir Inn. They all were in agreement and Mal was glad to see that once talk turned to business Dane and Shanna had no trouble working with each other. Dane presented Mal with a shield he had acquired from Teldorthan, who was more than willing to give it to him since they were headed out for the dragon hide. After a light meal a young cleric arrived, he carried a silver scroll case with him and his clean scale armor stood out amongst the dirty folk of the Lower Quay like a beacon of light.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Do we stick out like that,” Dane asked Shanna.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“You did at least,” She said with a wink.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The cleric was named Thom Thorne and he was a very proper and sharp young man. He spread the maps across the table.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I am afraid I know little of the caverns,” he began abruptly, “Grundelmar is the only one from the temple to have been, but he is in audience with the Lord of Fallcrest and thus couldn’t be here. If you do need him, he will be available on the morrow.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I thank you young man,” Dane assured him, “but I think we have all we need here.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Yes a quick sketch will suffice for me,” Mal said as he pulled a small book of notes he carried from his waist. Mal then began to sketch the maps and made notes as he drew.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“If you miss anything I think I have it,” Shanna said as she studied the maps closely.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Excellent,” Mal said as he was pleased to hear of Shanna having such ability.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Yes,” Dane also studied, “I can tell by the layout alone that this was built by men. Not that it matters much, but I can’t assume the integrity of the walls with it not being dwarven.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Very good,” Mal was pleased with his friends focus, “I think we’ve seen enough my good man, tell Grundelmar we are in his debt.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Thom Thorne rolled the scrolls and slid them back in the case carefully, “I will send your regards,” he assured, “good day and suns glory,” he said with a nod and he was off back to the temple.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“We should head to the Nentir Inn then,” Dane was now anxious, “the sooner the better.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Indeed,” Mal was taken aback a bit by Dane taking initiative, “we haven’t much so we will be but a minute.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“A dwarf is ready at all times,” Dane said proudly, “I’ll just finish off these tankards while I wait.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal and Shanna headed up and gathered their things. They both had but the one pack. The two headed back down and met up with Dane and headed to the Nentir Inn. They made their way up to the Upper Quay and Shanna led them across the Five Arch Bridge across the river toward the Nentir Inn. They paid the toll, which Dane was not too pleased with, and headed to the Nentir Inn. Mal spotted Severace instantly and the three headed over and sat with their new partner.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“This is Severace,” Mal opened as they sat, “he is a magic user in need of experience, so we will help him gain it. Severace this is Shanna, a burglar, and Dane, a great axe fighter. I believe we have almost all we need and will be ready to leave in the morning.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Almost all we need,” Shanna inquired.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Well,” Mal thought before he spoke, we might do well with a guide of some sort.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“A guide,” Severace had something, “there are woodsmen here that may be of help, they are there at the bar.” They all looked over and saw a small group of rugged looking men drinking together. “I do not know them personally, but I overheard them talking earlier.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“You are always eaves dropping then,” Mal poked at Severace with a smile.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Pretty much,” he replied, “gaining knowledge is a constant pursuit.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">As they chatted Dane headed over to the bar and approached the men. After a bit of small talk and some pointing back at Mal, Shanna and Severace; Dane returned.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“The short one, Gerin is his name,” Dane began as he sat, “the short one will take us in the morning.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Excellent work,” Mal said as he pulled out his new book, “I have some reading to do.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“What are we paying,” Shanna inquired.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I said nothing of money,” Dane replied and looked at Shanna with a puzzled look.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Sounds like a trap,” Shanna said under her breathe. As she said it she looked back over to them and they were looking at the table and she was sure they were plotting as she looked. She didn’t let it bother her too much as she knew she had the advantage of knowing. The rest of the night was spent getting to know each other and a fair bit of drinking for Dane. As they headed up to their rooms Shanna was sure to pull Mal aside and let him know about her suspicions.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I fully expect an ambush from the guides compatriots tomorrow,” she said as she and Mal walked down the hall. Mal stopped cold and turned to her.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“I don’t take you as paranoid Sprout, I will keep a sharp eye on him, you keep an eye to the path as we go. Any thought or sight of anything you let me know.” Mal was trusting her and though he didn’t feel great about doing so, he knew he had to, “good work Sprout.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“She smiled from ear to ear,” Shanna wasn’t at all used to anyone listening to her, and definitely not taking her seriously.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">The group bed down for the night and knew they were in for their first adventure together in the morning. Dane slept like a log, Severace was nervous, though he refused to show it. Mal stayed awake a while reading, he needed to finish his reading of the region before he would let himself rest. Shanna laid in bed and covered all emotions. She was scared yet excited, nervous yet glad, but for the first time that she could remember she felt safe. That was new to her, she laid there and thought about her rugged past and then how Mal had helped her. She rolled her head back so she could see Mal looking over his book by dim light and smiled,

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Thanks boss,” she said with a sleepy smile.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Oh Sprout,” Mal was startled a bit, “am I keeping you awake?”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No,” she answered as she rolled over on her stomach, “I just wanted to thank you for helping me out.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“No need for thanks,” Mal went back to his book, “you deserve far more than you have been dealt I am sure.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Well no one else has ever thought that,” she said with a snicker, “no one really sees potential in a slave girl I suppose.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Slave girl,” Mal again looked up at Shanna, “My parents sold me into slavery when I was young, but old enough to be useful, it’s been a rough go ever since. If I wanted a decent roof over my head I had to break my back to do it, mostly I have just been on the streets alone.”

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Mal would normally feel like a story like this was someone looking for sympathy and most likely stretching the truth a bit. This however was different, aside from the tears she was desperately holding back, there was a sincerity in Shanna’s tone that would make her the greatest performer since the Great Istvan himself. Mal’s heart was broken for her, he had liked her feistiness and nimble fingers, but it had just become a far deeper connection in his mind. Opening up was obviously not in Shanna’s normal repertoire, yet she was opening to Mal.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">“Well you won’t have to worry about any of that from now on Sprout, I vow to watch your path from here out.” Mal stared at her as she rolled back into her covers to hide her tears, “now get rest Shanna.” Mal continued to watch her and decided right then there was nothing that would get in the way of the promise he had just made her. Mal read till he finished the chapter and rolled into bed himself. The next morning was a new chapter and he now felt prepared to face it.

<p style="text-align:justify;text-indent:.5in">Part 3, the conclusion, is here ...