When we left Lone Wolf, and despite him being the last hope of his nation, he had been :
- Only given limited options from the entire inventory of the castle armory;
- Dismissed casually by the Captain of the Guard;
- Driven to the docks by a military cohort consisting of one (1) driver;
- Left to fend for himself at the docks, with only vague instructions;
- Directed to a bar (to supposedly meet a ship’s mate named ‘Ronan’) with said bar being locked and barred;
- Seized by mysterious hands and dragged into the darkness of the ‘Good Cheer Inn’.
You tell ’em, girl!
Given that this bar is, in fact, the place at which I was meant to meet my contact, I consider it highly likely that these ‘seizing hands’ are those of said contact, and not some overenthusiastic individual who has had his (or her) head turned by my cute green cloak.
As I pull free from the interloper’s grasp, I see that he is quite nervous and that he apologises for disturbing me.
I decide to sit with him at a table in the tavern, and, in a small bit of local colour, apparently note a friendly mouse nibbling on a piece of cheese.
This presumptuous man then has the UNMITIGATED GALL to demand that I prove my identity before he takes me to the Green Sceptre!
Aside : Actually, given how much I’ve noted the gullibility of various Sommlending soldiers in the first book, I can hardly complain about this individual being the first one to show a bit of healthy suspicion and common sense.
I use my Kai skill of Mind over Matter to levitate a tankard of ale, and close my eyes as I bask in the (inevitable) applause.
A shocking twist!
This (now apparent) imposter sneers about how my existence as a Kai Lord is about to become past tense!
Three ruffians charge in through the door and appear to have definite homicidal tendencies!
(Yes, towards me. *eyeroll*)
Oh, it is definitely on now…
Harbor Thugs (as one enemy) : CS : 16, E : 25
After a few rounds of pitched battle, I manage to knock off these three ruffians, while losing a mere 5 Endurance.
(Down to 15 Endurance).
These idiots have nothing of value, although I do note that each of them has a tattoo of a serpent inside their left wrist.
Secret society, or just collective teenage idiocy?
Snooping around, I find lying, behind a side door, the corpse of a sailor with a monogrammed (!!) jacket tag of Ronan, confirming that he is the ship’s mate that I was due to meet.
Hmmmm – interesting.
Thinking that it is best to leave, I nip outside the back door and make my way down to the harbor, keen to be gone.
I quietly ‘borrow’ one of the small boats from the harbour and quickly row across to the Green Sceptre, where I am speedily helped on board.
(Healing restores Endurance to 17)
Will the captain of the ship actually be receptive to my mission?
Will Hawthorn win in 2017?
Have you ever seen the rain?
Final stats : CS : 17, E : 17, GC 43
Weapons : Dagger, Sword
Backpack : Meal, Healing Potion
Special Items : Map, Crystal Star, Shield (+2 to CS), Seal of Hammerdal (thanks Matteo!)
Final paragraph : 300