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Chapter 3 ColdlockFelt he’d find me here,” I considered the words he spoke carefully. Not taking my eyes off the Tinker I began to run magical words through my brain. I felt the mystical energy begin to grow inside me; the tattoo on my arm set in motion a tingling sensation. The runes began to take on a faint glow underneath my clothes. I quickly produced a slice of pure silver from the folds of my robes. If violence was this gnome’s intent, I would go to battle with a furious bolt of electricity. It did occur to me the bolt of lightning that I would release would be my greatest and the only offensive weapon. After that, I had nothing more than my fists to defend myself. It was now that I decided, should I survive this meeting, to visit a weaponsmith. I wasn’t sure what to do next; I kept the arcane energy inside my heart and mind for the moment. My fireside guest made no moves to violence; I didn’t see a weapon on him, although that could have easily hidden among the many buckles, pouches, and bags. He just sat there calm and collected as if he’d been here the whole time just waiting for me to return. I didn’t have as official sounding a title as my surprise visitor, but I tried my best to sound authoritative. “I’m Lacey Summers Darkwater of Overwatch.” “Well met, Lady Darkwater of Overwatch.” With a gesture, he motioned me to sit by the fire. “Please sit, warm yourself, I mean you no ill.” If there was tension in the air, my companion made no sign of it. However, I was tense to the point I thought I would snap a muscle. I have never been comfortable around people, and a stranger in Darkwood that I have never seen before, appearing almost out of thin air, makes me feel a sensation that is beyond edgy. I’d never been in a real battle before, at least not where lives were at stake. At the Academy we had duels, but they were nonlethal combat just to practice focusing your energies. And now I was thinking about real combat. I am not a fan of people, whether they’re human, gnome or whatever, but I also don’t like the idea of hurting someone. My gut is anxious, nervous and afraid all rolled into one. I just have to wait and see what his plans are. While still gnawing on the last of my rations he spoke gently, “I’m sorry, young lass that I gave you such a startle but I am no threat. You have no need of your magic.” My mind quickly went from combat to thinking. “How does he know I’m even preparing magic? My arms are covered in robes and a long cloak. It's not possible to see the tattoo glowing on my arm. This gnome knows a lot about me and I have no doubt we never met.” “How is it you come to this campfire and what did you mean you ‘felt’ you would find me here?” “Aye, Lady Darkwater, that is the question. I’m headed south to Wilde Lake to catch a boat ride into the mountains, headed home to Tinker town.” Penn continued “I had a dream I would meet a woman on the North Road and I’d stay with her, or rather you,” the old dwarf chuckled. “Wilde Lake, my hometown of Overwatch is on Wilde Lake.” I’m still on edge about this rendezvous, but my curiosity at this meeting has me enthralled. I suppose Garvin was right, dreams do foretell the future. My dream said I would meet a gnome and a gnome had a dream he would meet me. That’s too odd to be a chance. I swallowed hard and choked out “I had a dream last night that I would meet a dwarf or gnome on this road, but that’s all I remember of the dream.” “Well, Lady Darkwater, it seems we’re supposed to be traveling companions.” Just then it began to rain as another caravan wagon went screaming down the North Road. “I’d like to suggest, Lady Darkwater, that we move further off the road under the cover of trees. The pine trees over there will give us shelter and we’ll stay drier under the limbs.” The Tinker said as he stood, “I can set up a small tent and I’ll bring the fire over. If we stay out here, the rain will soak us by nightfall.” Penn, the Tinker, had a soothing way about him, a calm and reassuring presence. I took to him right away and my nervousness and anxiety faded quickly. “I’ve been hesitant to get near the woods.” “And yet you exit the forest, carting a satchel.” With a smile on his face, he added, “Foraging for wild mushrooms?” I had forgotten about the bag which I removed from the corpse, “No, I… there was… a sound… I…” “No worries, Lady Darkwater, the stories of Darkwood are loftier than they are true.” He was gathering his items and headed towards the tree line. I grabbed a few things and followed him at what I felt was a reasonable distance. “Sit yourself here under these Black-Pine trees. The heavy branches prevent most of the rain getting to us. I’ll get the rest of the gear and then bring the fire over.” I huddled under the tree, shaking, already my cloak soaked clean through. The rain began to come down even harder as I watched the old man work with care and purpose. Now I don’t know much about gnomes and how they age, but by the look of him and his skin, I would guess he would be around the age of someone’s grandfather. Yet he moves with such speed and grace that, from seeing him in action, you’d say he’s probably only in his teenage years. I have known this gnome less than an hour, but I felt like we’ve been traveling together my whole life. Despite the torrent of raindrops, he took great care when packing and carried everything as if they were the King’s jewels. Although I did learn to not trust people I felt I could trust him. I hope I am not mistaken. Less than a half hour later we had a comfortable little camp. Penn had erected a tarpaulin made of a leather blanket that he carried in his backpack. Even though the rain came down in sheets, he had made a roaring fire that would make a woodcutter jealous and pulled out of his pouches a morsel much more desirable than bitter-cake. He said it’s Brined Fennel & Herring, a dish that originated from the town of Bomdoru, a Halfling community on the east side of the Windless Highlands. “So why are you in Darkwood, Tinker Penn?” “Please, just call me Penn.” The Tinker stretched out before the fire. “I’m in Darkwood by accident. I was working and living in Kinghold and decided a holiday was in order. The barge I took from Kinghold’s docks had planned on getting me all the way to Wilde Lake. The inexperience of the barge captain grounded the boat on the Hoarfrost near where the Twin Rivers meet it, so I set out on foot.” “I knew it to be only ten leagues or so to Wilde Lake. I figured I would walk there or get a ride from a caravan driver. Then I’d be able to take a ferry across the lake and downriver.” The story seemed likely. The Hoarfrost River had a tendency to freeze up early in the year and stopping at the Twin Rivers would put him at the edge of Darkwood and on the North Road. I made mental notes of the details he presented about his travel. Everything had a ring of truth about it. I could kick myself for not learning a truth spell before leaving the Academy. “What is that contraption that looks like a crossbow you have sitting next to you?” “Milady, that’s my own invention.” A grin crossed Penn’s face. “It is a crossbow and so much more. I call it my big omnipotent weapon or B.O.W. for short.” He let out a chuckle. “As you can see it’s a crossbow that will fire two bolts at the same time. Lets me do twice as much damage in a single shot. But that’s not the best feature. The crossbow reloads itself.” Then Penn pushed down on one lever, then pulled back on another and the crossbow reloaded with two bolts and was ready to fire. “It can do much more; sometime I’ll show you its wonderful abilities. But I’d like to know what’s in that satchel?” Penn said, eyeing the bag I had found in the forest. “It has a royal seal on the front; you don’t look like a courier for a court.” Fascinated by my companion I had once again forgotten about the satchel. “No, I’m not a courier. I followed this noise into Darkwood and found this bag next to a dead person.” “Followed a noise into Darkwood, and robbed a corpse, eh?” Penn was stroking his mustache. “That’s either brave or foolhardy, depending on what stories you believe.” “Do you recognize the seal on the front?” I asked. “No, milady, I do not.” Penn ran his fingers over the symbol. “It’s not Elvish, or Dwarven. That much is for sure. Toss it over, milady and I’ll search through its contents.” Penn pulled open the satchel and began rifling through its contents. It seems Penn didn’t have any compulsions about digging through a dead person’s bag. I felt sick and sad about going through someone’s possessions. But again, they aren’t going to be able to use any of the items in the bag. Penn was shoving items in the bag from side to side. “Well, let’s see what we got here.” “This looks to me like it used to be paper. I’d say the mice chewed through that. An empty inkwell and quill. Something that looks like it was food at some point. Three gold crowns. Those will come in handy and a few personal trinkets. Humph,” Penn paused to study a scroll case marked with the same seal as that on the satchel. “Now this could prove to be something interesting,” Penn said with a slight smile. “Lady Darkwater, you found the bag. I believe you should be the one to open the case.” He tossed the container to me. “Maybe we shouldn’t open this, it’s sealed and that is clearly someone’s royal crest. Could be something official, or could be something we don’t want to know.” I was not too keen on prying into other people’s business. Penn looked dejected. “The corpse that had this satchel has no use for it now. If it is official documents, then they need to go to the rightful owner. It’s our responsibility to deliver it.” My companion has a sense of moral duty; Tinkers are full of surprises. For me, ethics never entered the picture. I did what I thought was best for me. But since my partner here has clearly more experienced than I, I agreed with his reasoning. The wax on the seal had lost most of its potential so the case was simple to open. I slid out the parchments and took a glance at its contents. I read aloud the correspondence to Penn: To Sir Azorius Tibost General of the Knights of the Rose Dearest Sir, I hope this post finds you in good health and high spirits. I have a matter most pressing that deals directly with the Knights of the Rose. No correspondence can be safe to tell you about this issue. Please come with all haste to Castle Vallion. Yours, A.V. “It’s dated the 23rd of Anu, 977 A.D.” (After the Devastation) “That was two moons ago,” Penn stated. “If it concerns the Knights of the Rose you can bet it’s important. We’re headed south anyway. After I drop you off in Overwatch I’ll take the correspondence to the paladins and explain to them how we came about the letter.” Penn’s immediate and overwhelming decision to accept this adventure took me aback. It seems like a simple task and yet I wasn’t sure I wanted to help him. When I was a child, I dreamed and fantasized about adventures that I would have, chasing down magical artifacts, subverting wars, fighting monsters. Yet sitting here on the North Road in the middle of Darkwood with my new found friend I wasn’t so sure I wanted any of them now. Fear is what it is. I think all people no matter what race have the same fear, fear of the unknown. “Not sure that’s the best idea,” I said as gently as I could. “Of course you’re free to do what you feel is right, but I need some time to think about what I should do.”
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