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Chapter III: Day 2

"Hurry up, Caramon!" Tika, the said man's dear wife, ushered his husband. "You still haven't fixed the roof, and it's surely going to be raining cats and dogs soon."

Caramon sighed. "Yes, hunny…" He was sweeping the floors of the Inn while the read head was preparing some supper and yelling instructions through the kitchen door. The day had been hectic and tiring. Caramon and Tika had to practically split themselves in two to be able to serve all the customers, and now the whole place was a real mess. Food and other rubbish littered the floor and a few chairs were in need of repair – two burly men had started a little fight, which Caramon naturally had to cease. He had earned a black eye for his effort. One of the other customers had even somehow managed to make a hole on the roof. Tika had been all but pleased and had hauled the man out. It was an amusing sight, really.

Caramon finished his sweeping and went to get his tools. Outside he looked at the horizon. Tika was right: grey, gloomy clouds were coming in their direction, looking really ominous.

The warrior climbed up the ladder onto the roof and set on repairing the hole. It wasn't a difficult task and he was done in twenty minutes, just in time when the first rain droplets started to fall.

"Supper is ready," Tika announced, placing the pot full of steaming soup onto the table. Raistlin was already seated.

Caramon sat beside his wife and started to spoon some soup on his plate. The whole time he felt a pair of eyes on him. He looked at Tika but she was slurping her own portion happily, so the only option was…

Raistlin was staring at him and Caramon was quite sure what he had in mind.

"So, have you gotten any further?" The Mage asked conversationally. He took a slice of bread from the basket and put some butter on it.

Caramon didn't have a clue how he was going to get around from this, so he told the truth.

"I haven't had the time today for obvious reasons. You were present the whole day," he answered.

Raistlin smirked. Oh, how the warrior had started to hate that facial expression.

"Fortunately you still have nine days left, but if you keep this up… Well, you know the result."

"Don't worry, I will have it finished." Caramon said confidently.

Raistlin only nodded an amused air about him.

Tika eyed the two men suspiciously. What were they talking about? What did Caramon have to finish? It must be something very mysterious, and as a curious person she would have to find out what it was.

Here was chapter three, and more to come soon! :D