After running his errand, XIII returned to the Inn as the setting sun finally began to sink out of sight beyond the horizon. Trying to be frugal, XIII decided yet again not to spend his money on a room at the Inn. Instead, he climbed up the side of the building to sleep on the cozy straw roof beneath the glistening starry sky. Upon waking in the morning, he forgot that he had been sleeping on a roof and stumbled over the edge. Luckily, he managed a somersault as he hit the ground and avoided severely injuring himself.
He looked around, wondering whether or not anyone had witnessed and/or noticed enough to admire the stunt he had just pulled off. Realizing that it was too early in the morning for anyone to be walking around, he then went inside and met up with Lirael and Rayne. As soon as they all were prepared, they left for Gremath Stables.
Dar Gremath welcomed them inside when they arrived and Rayne greeted him first, “Good morning, Dar Gremath,” He began, “It is done. We have ambushed the caravan you spoke of and made mince meat of the reavers we found there.”
“Excellent!” Dar Gremath grinned, “That should piss Redthorn off. Now he’ll see that he actually has a problem on his hands. My runners have been doing there jobs spreading rumors that should get Redthorn angry enough to march on us. Only thing we need now is numbers. I could really use you guys to—”
Lirael interrupted, “Sir, you are pushing a whole lot of authority on us. We have already finished one of your little errands and already you are giving us new orders.”
“Lirael, show some respect,” Rayne hissed at him.
“No, that’s all right, Rayne,” Dar Gremath said in a serious tone, “I apologize, you three. I don’t have much to work with here. I’m just used to giving orders and having people listen to me blindly. Everyone around these parts know their too incompetent to organize a rebellion.”
“Fine,” Lirael calmed down, “I suppose I better understand your situation.”
“How about the bullywugs near Tor’s Hold?” Rayne asked Dar Gremath, “Reithann said that if we took care of the bullywug problem it would free up a bunch of stout fighters.”
“Aye,” Nodded Dar Gremath, “But I may also suggest travelling to the Woodsinger camp in Harken Forest. I bet you could convince the Woodsinger elves to join our forces, which would be a huge boost to our troops. In fact, I know you could do it. I see a lot of promise in you fellows.”
“We will go to the elves…” Lirael said, “The travel time is much shorter.”
All of the sudden, without any sort of notice, XIII backflipped out the door and out of sight. Dar Gremath sat unflinchingly in his seat, staring after him, eyebrow raised, but of course he did nothing about what he had just seen. Lirael, who had come to expect this type of behavior from XIII, followed after him while Rayne shook his head and said his goodbyes before he, too, walked out the door after his two companions.
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