Cursed Heritage 1 - The Dark Half
Chapter 2 - With friends like these
It was a cruel morning for Aidan.
The young wizard had ran blindly into the night and kept on running until he dropped from exhaustion. He felt the chill of the dawn through his wet clothes, and dug the warmer travel cloak from his bag to guard against the cold. He had heard Gorion's last scream, and the silence after that. He was certain his foster father was dead.
Aidan had finally collapsed into a bush and spent the rest of the night fearfully hiding from the unknown attackers. He felt a little braver now that the darkness had passed and rose from the thicket. His robe was dirty and torn, and he felt sore all over. Picking his staff, Aidan saw that he wasn't far from the road. Where to go now? Candlekeep was out of question. Not only was it most likely infiltrated by his unknown enemies, but it was run by the most officious bureaucrat in the Realms, Ulraunt, the keeper of the tomes. Now that Gorion was gone, even Tethtoril couldn't let Aidan in without the required fee, which he certainly didn't have.
Aidan felt a lump forming in his throat. He was truly alone now, and without any allies or friends it would certainly be only a matter of time until that dark fiend caught up with him.
"Aidan!"
Somebody called his name! He spun around in shock even as he recognized the voice. Imoen! And Imoen it certainly was, dressed for outdoors and carrying a short bow and a quiver of wicked arrows. She took off her hood letting her red hair fall free and looked at him, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"Sorry I followed ya, but I never get out of Candlekeep and those monks are such a bore. Never any decent coin in their pockets neither." She began, trying to keep up her normally cheerful voice. She didn't succeed, and tears filled her eyes.
"I...I saw Gorion, and I am SO sorry! Kinda figured something bad might happen to you out here."
Despite the circumstances, Aidan was very glad to see her.
"How could you have known? Gorion did not even tell me." He asked her, knowing the answer already.
"I... accidentally... read a letter on his desk the other day. Can't remember exactly what it said, but he might still have... it might be on his... his body." Her voice nearly breaking, she struggled to contriol herself.
"Anyway, I'm not gonna let you wander around out here all alone. Never let a friend down, no sir! Stick with you until you say otherwise, I will!" there was fierce conviction in her voice, which was certainly new. Aidan knew instinctively, that he would find no better companion than Imoen, his childhood friend.
Wiping the sudden tears from his own eyes he smiled brokenly at her. "Come on, Im. Let's go find our foster father."
Aidan knew that they would have to move quickly because Gorion's murderers might still be around. Imoen had given him some items, all of which were magical! Couple of magical potions similar to the one he already had, and a small bronze wand with a purple gem on top. He knew that item, for it had belonged to Gorion. His foster father had given it to Winthrop who had a fascination for anything magical. The wand, Imoen explained, could unleash a single magical missile using a command word "Pthafgh". She had apparently snurched the wand from under Winthrop's watchful eye in preparation for this trip. While Aidan didn't normally think highly of theft, he embraced his friend for this gift. It would certainly improve his chances in battle. They continued carefully forward, using primitive sign language and not speaking a single word. Aidan's path was quite easy to follow, and he couldn't fathom why the unknown attackers hadn't tracked him down. Divine providence? Aidan wasn't very religious, but he could think of no better cause for being alive.
The outcropping was much the same in daylight, save that some of the trees had burned down and there were three bodies present. Two were massive ogre carcasses, the third broken form was the white robed body of Gorion, their foster parent. Aidan felt tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he knelt and kissed Gorions cold forehead. His heart constricted as he gently whispered a prayer for Mystra, a goddess of magic he knew Gorion had venerated. His foster father would have appreciated the gesture. Behind him, he could hear Imoen softly weeping. Swallowing with some difficulty, he gently searched Gorion's body. Aidan gathered what money Gorion had had, and the scroll Imoen had surely meant. He begun to read it with some difficulty, for it had been spattered with blood. The handwriting wasn't Gorion's but it was strong and clear:
"My friend Gorion,
Please forgive the abruptness with which I now write, but time is short and there is much to be done. What we have long feared may soon come to pass, though not in the manner foretold, and certainly not in the proper time frame. As we both know, forecasting these events has proved increasingly difficult, leaving little option other than a leap of faith. We have done what we can for those in thy care, but the time nears when we must step back and let matters take what course they will. We have, perhaps, been a touch too sheltering to this point.
Despite my desire to remain neutral in this matter, I could not, in good conscience, let events proceed without some measure of warning. The other side will move very soon, and I urge thee to leave Candlekeep this very night, if possible. The darkness may seem equally threatening, but a moving target is much harder to hit, regardless of how sparse the cover. A fighting chance is all that can be asked for at this point
Should anything go awry, do not hesitate to seek aid from travelers along the way. I do not need to remind thee that it is a dangerous land, even without our current concerns, and a party is stronger than an individual in all respects. Should additional assistance be required, I understand that Jaheira and Khalid are currently at the Friendly Arm Inn. They know little of what has passed, but they are ever thy friends and will no doubt help however they can.
Luck be with us all.
I'm getting too old for this.
E"
Who this "E." was, Aidan had no idea. He knew that Gorion had been friend's with many people, powerful wizards and heroes even, but he didn't connect the initial to any of them. Imoen didn't have any clue either. Somberly, they fixed Gorion's body as best they could. Even though it was distasteful, Aidan and Imoen searched through the ogres' bags and purses. They found some little treasure, a sparkling green gem and a silver necklace from the fallen brutes. They terrified Aidan even when dead. There being nothing else to be done, the two orphaned companions set out towards their only sensible destination: The Friendly Arm Inn. Perhaps Gorion's friends, these Khalid and Jaheira would provide some clue regarding their future.
Aidan led the way, Imoen coming behind him with her bow ready. She had picked up Gorion's dagger from where it had fallen. It was her only melee weapon. The road loomed ahead, and the companions began to walk it eastward. It wasn't long until they saw a man walking to meet them. Even from the distance, Aidan saw that it wasn't his father's murderer for the man was grossly fat and his clothes were made from rich, colorful silk. He stopped to wait for the two companions and despite his desperate circumstances and fresh paranoia against strangers Aidan remembered his manners. He greeted the man graciously.
"Well, a busy day for me today indeed." He remarked in a friendly, yet wary voice.
"Strange noises throughout the night, and now a plethora of people strolling about the wood. You do look a touch more hospitable than the last two I met though."
Icy terror filled Aidan's stomach. Had this man met his attackers?
"Well met, stranger. I am called Kolssed." The man finished, looking at them warily.
"Could you help me?" Aidan decided to ask for help. "My foster father and I were attacked last eve, and now I'm not sure where to go."
The man visibly eased, and offered his sympathies to the companions. "The carnage to the north must be the aftermath of your little skirmish then. I am most assuredly sorry about your predicament, though there be little I can do for you. I've nothing of serviceable value to impart, except common sense and a few directions."
The man looked genuinely sorry, and continued still. "A ways east of here you should find a crossroads. North of there is the Friendly Arm Inn, and south is the town of Beregost. Both can offer shelter, though rates at the Friendly Arm are likely better. It is a friendlier atmosphere for the young adventurer as well. Staying close to the roads will make your journey safer, but that will depend on where you are heading as well. I cannot accompany you, though there were a pair of travelers not far up the road. They might offer assistance, but I would be wary of the cost. I didn't like the look of them, myself."
Aidan thanked the man, and he continued past them, wishing the two comrades the best of luck. Aidan was unsure of whether the two suspicious figures Kolssed had mentioned were dangerous or perhaps even Gorion's murderers, but he knew he had to pass them. He and Imoen decided to skirt along the edge of the road, and spy them from the distance. If they were dangerous, they could go around them by a mile if necessary. Aidan once again took the lead as they pressed into the thicket. It was certainly slow going, as the ground and undergrowth were soggy and wet from the yesterday's rain. Suddenly, both at the same time, Aidan and Imoen stopped. They heard a feral snarl and the noise of somebody or something crashing through the foliage towards them Aidan kept his staff at the ready and steeled his nerves.
It happened very quickly. A dark, shaggy creature the size of a large dog leapt at them. As Aidan raised his staff, there was a twang of a bowstring and the creature fell, Imoen's shaft embedded in it's chest. It let out a shrill death scream, and then was still. They sidled in for a closer look, and Aidan recognized the beast. It was a gibberling, a creature normally encountered in packs. They attacked anything that moved mindlessly and could devastate the countryside if present in great numbers. Individually, they weren't considered a great threat. Having only weak claws and jaws and their mindless ferocity, they were often slaughtered by the hundreds by any credible militia. Aidan recalled Hull and Fuller trading stories about their gibberling hunting expeditions. And this one was extremely thin and debilitated, Aidan guessed it had been suffering from a weakening disease common to gibberlings. The wretch didn't carry anything, so Aidan merely congratulated Imoen for the fine shot, never realizing that this was the first time she had killed. Not that Imoen minded. Despite being a gentle soul, she glowed in Aidan's praise and determined to improve her skills as an archer.
The two friends pressed onwards, encouraged from their first victory against a "ferocious" beast. Aidan slowly drew his new wand as he saw the crossroads ahead. They watched from behind the trees as two figures were obviously engaged in some form of argument at the road. One was tall and thin, dressed in bright green with wild brown hair flapping madly in the wind. The other was short, most likely a halfling or a gnome. It had a bared sword in it's hand and was shaking it's fist at the taller figure. They were shouting to each other loudly, but Aidan couldn't make sense of the words. Neither of them looked anything like Gorion's murderers and the companions decided to greet them. Aidan tucked his wand up his sleeve, ready for use in case of ambush. As they neared the scene of the argument, Aidan began to wonder if this idea had been a good one after all. The taller figure was a human, possibly some kind of wizard. He had wild eyes, wilder hair and a heavily tattooed face. He was yelling obscenities mixed with nonsensical ranting at his smaller opponent, who was a halfling. The most dangerous halfling Aidan had ever seen. This one had a wicked scar on his face and a nasty sneer that would have frightened a rabid dog. He was dressed in studded leather armor and carried a short nasty blade in his hand. Like his taller compatriot, he was cussing and ranting. Suddenly the arguing strangers hushed up, glanced at each other and turned around appraising the nearing companions. There was a moment of awkward silence, after which Aidan offered nervous greetings to the taller, tattooed man.
"A child wandering the wilderness? Surely you must be none too bright to be traveling these roads." He remarked in his weird, whiney voice to his short companion.
"And ye look a bit scuffed, too. A fine pair of troubles all your own." The thuggish halfling replied grinning maliciously to the man in green.
"Indeed. I can offer you healing potions, if you wish, as a token of good will." The robed man continued, actually displaying two potions."
Aidan hesitated for a moment. " I'd be grateful for any assistance." He replied after a moment of thought. He could examine them later, he rationalized as he accepted the green-robed man's offered vials.
"Nothing to fear from these simple potions, and I'll not even hold you in debt, though your conscience knows otherwise." The tattoo-face glibly explained and shot a glance at his short comrade.
"Just like all good people." The halfing smiled nastily.
"Perhaps as payment you would go with us to Nashkel. It is a troubled area and we mean to investigate some disturbing rumors surrounding the local mine. Some acquaintances are very concerned about the iron shortage. Specifically, where to lay blame in the matter. You would be useful, though I'll not hold you to it. We are to meet the mayor of the town, a man named Berrun Ghastkill, I believe." The tall man continued.
"Your conscience be your guide." The halfling suggested.
Aidan shot a glance at Imoen, who had followed the conversation from further away. She gave him a small nod. "At least until Friendly Arms", Aidan thought. These two looked dangerous, but if it was a danger directed against his enemies, Aidan had no problem.
"I would join with you, but I must meet someone first. Perhaps you will go with me?" Aidan smiled at them disarmingly.
A pair of dissatisfied scowls was their response. He steeled himself for a violent counter reaction, but the tall man simply acquiesced glumly. "We've precious little time, but it's best to travel accompanied."
The halfling glanced darkly at them. "Aye, we'll go wit ye. Ye owe us fer our time though."
Aidan and Imoen introduced themselves to their new companions, who did likewise. The taller man declared himself to be Xzar, a master wizard. Aidan wasn't so sure of that, the man seemed clearly unbalanced but was he a mage of power? That remained to be seen. His halfling companion offered up Montaron as a name, nothing else. He seemed even more dangerous than Xzar, and kept his blade bared constantly. Still, Aidan was glad to have their company. Who knew what dangers were awaiting them along the way to Friendly Arms?
Aidan's decision was rewarded soon after as a lone wolf attacked them without a warning. Luckily Imoen saw the danger before it managed to ambush them and wounded the animal with an arrow. It went straight for Xzar who waved his dagger like a madman, shouting something about "death" and the "destruction of worlds". Luckily for his mad companion, Montaron pierced the wolf's flank with his blade as it leaped for Xzar's throat. Howling in pain, the beast turned to face it's assailant, only to get a magic missile from Aidan's wand into the wound made by the halfiling's blade. The wolf took a few stumbling steps, whimpered, and fell to ground. Aidan and Imoen sighed in relief, Montaron cleaned his blade and Xzar attacked the already dead wolf with madman's ferocity. It took both Montaron and Aidan to calm him down.
They travelled north the next few hours, mostly in silence. Imoen tried to start converstions with both of their new "friends", but she failed miserably. Montaron answered only in short grunts while Xzar's nonsensical babbling only served to confuse. The wizard was clearly out of his mind, and both Aidan and Imoen felt the unease common when one is forced to be around unrestrained maniacs. Furthermore, Aidan noticed that Montaron and Xzar seemed to hate each other. Each and every time they spoke to each other, both ended up threatening bodily violence to one another. Only when one of them (usually Montaron) reminded the other about their employer, did the threat of bloodshed pass. Who would hire such thugs and maniacs, Aidan didn't know. The dynamic duo was just heating for another argument when Imoen whistled softly. Everyone looked, and saw that an old man was standing around the large stone way marker positioned at another crossroads. As the flamboyantly dressed stranger saw them, he began to walk straight towards them.
The stranger had a flowing white beard, and was dressed in red. He had fine robes, a fur trimmed cloak and a wide brimmed pointy hat. In fact, he looked like the archetypal wise old wizard. In his hand he held a fine staff, in the other a long pipe that was still smoking. The old man's eyes flashed cunningly as he appraised the companions.
"Ho there wanderer. Stay thy course a moment to indulge an old man. It's been nigh unto a tenday since I've seen a soul walking this road, and I've been without decent conversation since. Traveling nowadays appears to be the domain of either the desperate or the deranged; If thou woulds't pardon my intrusion, might I inquire which pertains to thee?"
Aidan saw the old man's sharp eyes see straight through him and for some odd reason knew that the stranger knew all about him.
"Not to imply anything, but how do you measure up to your own standards? Pestering strangers about their mental state doesn't seem all that well adjusted to me." Aidan snapped back, somewhat defensively. He regretted his words straight away, but was relieved when he saw that the strange old man hadn't taken any offense.
"Point well taken, and thou hast answered my query most adequately." He nodded at Aidan and continued,
"I shall think of thee as determined instead. I shall trouble thee no more, as thou art more than capable of the task at hand. North is the Friendly Arm Inn, where I am certain thou shalt find trustworthy friends awaiting. I have said too much and taken too much time from thee. Fare thee well."
The stranger then walked past them and disappeared along the west road. Aidan glanced at his companions, and was surprised to see them both looking very pale. Xzar seemed actually frightened and Montaron was trying to compose himself. Why the old man had had such an effect on his erstwhile traveling companions, Aidan couldn't even begin to guess.
The group continued onward past the huge rock which served as a signpost. They took the north road which led to the Friendly Arms Inn. Aidan had heard some stories about the place, mainly that it had been a citadel of evil captured by adventuring party who had converted it into a inn. The young wizard shivered despite the warm weather. His life had changed so abruptly with Gorion's death and it felt like he was a piece of debris still falling after a massive explosion. Where or when he would land, Aidan had no idea.
"The light! The LIGHT!"
Aidan jumped and nearly dropped his staff. He whirled around and saw Xzar hiding his eyes as if in pain. Imoen was watching the spectacle trying to suppress her giggling and Montaron looked disgusted. After some waiting Xzar was composed again and ready to continue on, but Aidan felt worse than ever. What hope would he have to even survive in his dangerous new situation if even his companions were lunatics.
It was Imoen's sharp eyes again, who alerted them to possible danger. Someone was approaching. It was a man, wearing what seemed to be hunting clothes and a long bow. Aidan relaxed. Perhaps this hunter would advise them a little. He stepped forward with a carefully open smile on his face and greeted the man, who introduced himself as Aoln.
"If ye don't mind, please try to keep your voices down. There be beasties about with better hearing than we." The man must have heard Xzar's previous mad episode, Aidan realized ashamedly.
"What should I be wary of in this area?" He asked the man, thinking that the he looked like an experienced hunter.
"'Round here? I wouldn't worry yourself too much, unless you're brainless and charge everything you see." Aidan couldn't help but to wince, thinking of Xzar.
"Mostly gibberlings, but they aren't too much of a hassle. A fair bow and good sword-arm could handle one, maybe two. More with mage or cleric backup. Wolves have become a bit more predatory lately. I think it's because more people are hunting for their food, seein' as how the iron shortage took away their normal livelihoods. A hungry wolf is a nasty thing, and I wouldn't travel without a group if I were you." With that, Aoln nodded to him and walked past them.
Again with the iron shortage. Aidan wondered how bad it really was, and what was behind it. He would most likely soon find out.
Some hours later, after the darkness had long since fallen over the travelers, they saw a massive fortress looming ahead. It was the Friendly Arms Inn and Aidan, whose feet were sore yearned to rent a room and sleep for a year. The two guards on the gate stopped them and briefly asked about their business to the inn. There was no entry fee, only a suggestion to behave "or else". Not looking to cause trouble anyway, Aidan led his small group inside. The courtyard was empty as the time pushing close to one at night. Yet, the inn seemed alive, for they heard loud music and sounds of merriment wafting from the windows of the keep. Eagerly pushing forward, Aidan leaped at the stairs only to run straight into a stranger who was rapidly coming them down. Red faced Aidan started to stammer an apology, but his words caught in his throat as he saw the man more clearly. He was perhaps in his early thirties, mean and nasty looking and was appraising Aidan with a startlingly cold stare.
Then he started speaking in a friendly voice. "Hi friend. I've not seen you here before today. What brings you to the Friendly Arm?"
Despite the man's conversational tone, Aidan didn't trust him in the least. "I am here to meet some friends." Hoping that this would deter any villainous intents the stranger had, Aidan was surprised by his next words.
"Oh, you must be whom I am to meet then. I will take you to your friends, but first I should be sure you are the correct person. Is your name Aidan?"
Aidan saw a dangerous glint in the strangers eye and was certain that he was lying. "Sorry, but no." He replied and started to push past the creepy man. "I don't think you're the person I'm supposed to meet."
The stranger scowled and roughly pushed Aidan backwards sending him into Montaron and caused them to stuble down the stairs.
"Really? I would beg to differ. You fit the description, so I think it would be safe to assume you are the one I seek. Don't move. I have something for you." He snarled and started spell casting.
Imoen acted first and shot a quick arrow at the Mage. She hit him in the shoulder and disrupted his spell, causing it to fizzle harmlessly. As the man struggled to begin the casting of another enchantment, Xzar and Montaron fell upon him, stabbing with their blades. Xzar's dagger embedded itself in the Mage's chest and Montaron sliced his gut open. All three fell in a tangle down the stairs. The guards were running towards them, and demanded that weapons were to be lowered. A stable boy had seen the whole thing, however, and according to the rough frontier law the inn lived under the companions were cleared of any responsibility. Aidan knelt by the body of their attacker, and grabbed his spell book. Somebody grabbed his arm, and Aidan saw it was Xzar.
"Whelp! I demand to have that tome!" his face was so twisted with rage that Aidan jumped back in alarm.
But he didn't wish to relinquish his prize, as another spell book obviously would speed his magical arts forward. After some more shouting, they agreed to share the tome in interest of peace, but Aidan was determined to study it even that night.
As they prepared to go inside, Imoen handed him a note without saying a word, merely pointing at the corpse that was currently being carried away. Aidan rolled it open and read the text in a state of growing shock.
"BOUNTY NOTICE
Be it known to all those of evil intent, that a bounty has been placed upon the head of
AIDAN the foster child of Gorion.
Last seen in the area of Candlekeep, this person is to be killed in quick order.
Those returning with proof of the deed shall receive no less than two hundred coins of gold.
As always, any that reveal these plans to the forces of law shall join the target in their fate."
No doubt the notice had been given by the same people who had already murdered Gorion. Aidan felt sick. Who could want him dead? And for what purpose? Who would pay 200 gold for the death of a single unimportant youth out of Candlekeep? He stashed the note deep in his pockets, determined to keep it from being seen by Xzar or Montaron. He wasn't sure if it was wise tempt those two with a promise of 200 gold. Following his friends, Aidan stepped inside.
The inn was noisy and filled with patrons even at this late hour. There were some hushed conversations and dark looks shot their way, but mostly they were ignored. Aidan spied Imoen chatting with the bartender, a small wizened gnome in robes. Montaron and Xzar were trying to get rooms. Aidan spotted a woman approaching him, and greeted her warily.
"Welcome to the Friendly Arm Inn. Looks like you had a rough journey." She said with a sympathetic look.
"Yes, the roads were crazy. Who are you, anyway?" Aidan said a little rougher than he had meant.
The woman didn't seem offended however. "My name is Nessie. The Mirrorshades hired me to work at the Inn almost five years ago and now I wouldn't leave it for the life of me. It's wonderful here, with new faces passing through every day."
In response to Aidan's question about the Mirrorshade's she replied: "Oh, Bentley and Gellana. They run the place. Bentley's behind the bar, there, and you can usually find Gellana in the temple. I'm usually here, waiting tables and making sure everything stays nice and clean."
Aidan wondered if the gnomish husband and wife team was a part of the adventuring party which had originally conquered the place.
"So who are the new faces here, now?" he asked, hoping to gain a possible clue on both Gorion's friends and his attacker.
Nessie didn't disappoint him. "With the roads being what they are right now, there aren't too many faces around here that are new anymore. Unshey's been taking this time to write a new book, and Khalid and Jaheira have been waiting anxiously in the corner over there, sleeping in shifts to make sure they don't miss whoever it is they're waiting for..."
Khalid and Jaheira! Aidan's face lighted up with hope and he tried to spot them in the crowd while Nessie continued.
"Who else? Let's see, Landrin's on the top floor, drinking up a storm, and then there was... well, Tarnesh..."
She looked at Aidan. "I'm really sorry he caused you trouble--he was all wit and charm until he heard that there were visitors at the gate... We don't allow any fighting here. We have very strict rules about that sort of thing but the guards say he jumped out of the shadows at you and there was nothing you could do..."
Aidan was already anxious to finish this conversation and start looking for Khalid and Jaheira.
"That's really about it. Everyone else has been here for the past two months, at least. We're so full that there's even been talk of letting people throw down their bedrolls in the temple."
He smiled at Nessie in friendly way and thanked her. Trying to spot his foster fathers' friends, he pushed towards the corner where Nessie had indicated he would find them.
Aidan found them very quickly, sitting in the corner. Two decidedly elfish looking people, a man and a woman. They were talking to each other, but hushed up when they saw Aidan staring at them. The woman rose up rather hastily, and walked straight to Aidan while the man followed close behind. As she came closer, Aidan saw that she was not an elf. A half-elf rather, someone with both elven and human blood in her veins. She was quite beautiful in a exotic way, well built and athletic. Her male companion who was dressed in chain male armor trailed behind her. He seemed to be a half- elf like his female companion, and wore a worried expression on his face as he scanned the crowd behind Aidan. The female turned to face the male, who shook his head at her with a sad look on his face. The woman turned to face Aidan again and offered greetings.
"Greetings. You... you look familiar, though it's not your looks. I am not sure what I expected, but I believe you are Gorion's child."
Aidan's eyes widened at her matter of fact tone.
"I am Jaheira; this is Khalid." She continued, pointing at the her companion.
"G-good to know you." Khalid stammered in a somewhat squeaky voice that somehow didn't fit his image as an apparent warrior.
"We are old friends of your adopted father." Jaheira continued.
"He is not with you? I must assume the worst; he would not permit his only child to wander without his accompaniment." She glanced at Khalid with a grief-stricken face.
He agreed sadly, "If. if he has passed, we share your loss."
They both listened silently as Aidan told what had happened.
"Gorion often said that he worried for your safety, even at the expense of his own. He also wished that Khalid and I would become your guardians, if he should ever meet an untimely end." Jaheira said after Aidan had finished.
Thinking for a moment, she continued, "However, you are much older now, and the choice of your companions should be your own."
This again got Khalid's stammering agreement, "We could t-travel with you until you get settled; help you find your l-lot in life." he suggested.
Jaheira nodded at him and continued. "It would be a fitting last service to Gorion, though we should first go to Nashkel."
Xzar and Montaron had sidled near, and their eyes narrowed in suspicion as they heard this.
Jaheira glanced at them. "Khalid and I. look into local concerns, and there are rumors of strange things happening at the mine. No doubt you have heard of the iron shortage?"
Aidan nodded.
"You would do well to help us. It affects everyone, including you. We are to meet the mayor of the town, Berrun Ghastkill."
Xzar scowled and Montaron looked at Khalid murderously. Aidan wondered at their reaction.
"I'm already going to Nashkel. My current companions wish to visit there as well." He replied to her, pointing at the Mage and halfling.
Jaheira sneered in contempt at Xzar and turned back to Aidan. "Indeed? Interesting. In that case I think we should definitely travel as one. You can never be too careful about the dangers of the open road."
She paused, turned to coldly look upon Xzar and Montaron and finished, "Wherever they may spring from."
Chapter 2 - With friends like these
It was a cruel morning for Aidan.
The young wizard had ran blindly into the night and kept on running until he dropped from exhaustion. He felt the chill of the dawn through his wet clothes, and dug the warmer travel cloak from his bag to guard against the cold. He had heard Gorion's last scream, and the silence after that. He was certain his foster father was dead.
Aidan had finally collapsed into a bush and spent the rest of the night fearfully hiding from the unknown attackers. He felt a little braver now that the darkness had passed and rose from the thicket. His robe was dirty and torn, and he felt sore all over. Picking his staff, Aidan saw that he wasn't far from the road. Where to go now? Candlekeep was out of question. Not only was it most likely infiltrated by his unknown enemies, but it was run by the most officious bureaucrat in the Realms, Ulraunt, the keeper of the tomes. Now that Gorion was gone, even Tethtoril couldn't let Aidan in without the required fee, which he certainly didn't have.
Aidan felt a lump forming in his throat. He was truly alone now, and without any allies or friends it would certainly be only a matter of time until that dark fiend caught up with him.
"Aidan!"
Somebody called his name! He spun around in shock even as he recognized the voice. Imoen! And Imoen it certainly was, dressed for outdoors and carrying a short bow and a quiver of wicked arrows. She took off her hood letting her red hair fall free and looked at him, her eyes filled with sorrow.
"Sorry I followed ya, but I never get out of Candlekeep and those monks are such a bore. Never any decent coin in their pockets neither." She began, trying to keep up her normally cheerful voice. She didn't succeed, and tears filled her eyes.
"I...I saw Gorion, and I am SO sorry! Kinda figured something bad might happen to you out here."
Despite the circumstances, Aidan was very glad to see her.
"How could you have known? Gorion did not even tell me." He asked her, knowing the answer already.
"I... accidentally... read a letter on his desk the other day. Can't remember exactly what it said, but he might still have... it might be on his... his body." Her voice nearly breaking, she struggled to contriol herself.
"Anyway, I'm not gonna let you wander around out here all alone. Never let a friend down, no sir! Stick with you until you say otherwise, I will!" there was fierce conviction in her voice, which was certainly new. Aidan knew instinctively, that he would find no better companion than Imoen, his childhood friend.
Wiping the sudden tears from his own eyes he smiled brokenly at her. "Come on, Im. Let's go find our foster father."
Aidan knew that they would have to move quickly because Gorion's murderers might still be around. Imoen had given him some items, all of which were magical! Couple of magical potions similar to the one he already had, and a small bronze wand with a purple gem on top. He knew that item, for it had belonged to Gorion. His foster father had given it to Winthrop who had a fascination for anything magical. The wand, Imoen explained, could unleash a single magical missile using a command word "Pthafgh". She had apparently snurched the wand from under Winthrop's watchful eye in preparation for this trip. While Aidan didn't normally think highly of theft, he embraced his friend for this gift. It would certainly improve his chances in battle. They continued carefully forward, using primitive sign language and not speaking a single word. Aidan's path was quite easy to follow, and he couldn't fathom why the unknown attackers hadn't tracked him down. Divine providence? Aidan wasn't very religious, but he could think of no better cause for being alive.
The outcropping was much the same in daylight, save that some of the trees had burned down and there were three bodies present. Two were massive ogre carcasses, the third broken form was the white robed body of Gorion, their foster parent. Aidan felt tears flowing freely down his cheeks as he knelt and kissed Gorions cold forehead. His heart constricted as he gently whispered a prayer for Mystra, a goddess of magic he knew Gorion had venerated. His foster father would have appreciated the gesture. Behind him, he could hear Imoen softly weeping. Swallowing with some difficulty, he gently searched Gorion's body. Aidan gathered what money Gorion had had, and the scroll Imoen had surely meant. He begun to read it with some difficulty, for it had been spattered with blood. The handwriting wasn't Gorion's but it was strong and clear:
"My friend Gorion,
Please forgive the abruptness with which I now write, but time is short and there is much to be done. What we have long feared may soon come to pass, though not in the manner foretold, and certainly not in the proper time frame. As we both know, forecasting these events has proved increasingly difficult, leaving little option other than a leap of faith. We have done what we can for those in thy care, but the time nears when we must step back and let matters take what course they will. We have, perhaps, been a touch too sheltering to this point.
Despite my desire to remain neutral in this matter, I could not, in good conscience, let events proceed without some measure of warning. The other side will move very soon, and I urge thee to leave Candlekeep this very night, if possible. The darkness may seem equally threatening, but a moving target is much harder to hit, regardless of how sparse the cover. A fighting chance is all that can be asked for at this point
Should anything go awry, do not hesitate to seek aid from travelers along the way. I do not need to remind thee that it is a dangerous land, even without our current concerns, and a party is stronger than an individual in all respects. Should additional assistance be required, I understand that Jaheira and Khalid are currently at the Friendly Arm Inn. They know little of what has passed, but they are ever thy friends and will no doubt help however they can.
Luck be with us all.
I'm getting too old for this.
E"
Who this "E." was, Aidan had no idea. He knew that Gorion had been friend's with many people, powerful wizards and heroes even, but he didn't connect the initial to any of them. Imoen didn't have any clue either. Somberly, they fixed Gorion's body as best they could. Even though it was distasteful, Aidan and Imoen searched through the ogres' bags and purses. They found some little treasure, a sparkling green gem and a silver necklace from the fallen brutes. They terrified Aidan even when dead. There being nothing else to be done, the two orphaned companions set out towards their only sensible destination: The Friendly Arm Inn. Perhaps Gorion's friends, these Khalid and Jaheira would provide some clue regarding their future.
Aidan led the way, Imoen coming behind him with her bow ready. She had picked up Gorion's dagger from where it had fallen. It was her only melee weapon. The road loomed ahead, and the companions began to walk it eastward. It wasn't long until they saw a man walking to meet them. Even from the distance, Aidan saw that it wasn't his father's murderer for the man was grossly fat and his clothes were made from rich, colorful silk. He stopped to wait for the two companions and despite his desperate circumstances and fresh paranoia against strangers Aidan remembered his manners. He greeted the man graciously.
"Well, a busy day for me today indeed." He remarked in a friendly, yet wary voice.
"Strange noises throughout the night, and now a plethora of people strolling about the wood. You do look a touch more hospitable than the last two I met though."
Icy terror filled Aidan's stomach. Had this man met his attackers?
"Well met, stranger. I am called Kolssed." The man finished, looking at them warily.
"Could you help me?" Aidan decided to ask for help. "My foster father and I were attacked last eve, and now I'm not sure where to go."
The man visibly eased, and offered his sympathies to the companions. "The carnage to the north must be the aftermath of your little skirmish then. I am most assuredly sorry about your predicament, though there be little I can do for you. I've nothing of serviceable value to impart, except common sense and a few directions."
The man looked genuinely sorry, and continued still. "A ways east of here you should find a crossroads. North of there is the Friendly Arm Inn, and south is the town of Beregost. Both can offer shelter, though rates at the Friendly Arm are likely better. It is a friendlier atmosphere for the young adventurer as well. Staying close to the roads will make your journey safer, but that will depend on where you are heading as well. I cannot accompany you, though there were a pair of travelers not far up the road. They might offer assistance, but I would be wary of the cost. I didn't like the look of them, myself."
Aidan thanked the man, and he continued past them, wishing the two comrades the best of luck. Aidan was unsure of whether the two suspicious figures Kolssed had mentioned were dangerous or perhaps even Gorion's murderers, but he knew he had to pass them. He and Imoen decided to skirt along the edge of the road, and spy them from the distance. If they were dangerous, they could go around them by a mile if necessary. Aidan once again took the lead as they pressed into the thicket. It was certainly slow going, as the ground and undergrowth were soggy and wet from the yesterday's rain. Suddenly, both at the same time, Aidan and Imoen stopped. They heard a feral snarl and the noise of somebody or something crashing through the foliage towards them Aidan kept his staff at the ready and steeled his nerves.
It happened very quickly. A dark, shaggy creature the size of a large dog leapt at them. As Aidan raised his staff, there was a twang of a bowstring and the creature fell, Imoen's shaft embedded in it's chest. It let out a shrill death scream, and then was still. They sidled in for a closer look, and Aidan recognized the beast. It was a gibberling, a creature normally encountered in packs. They attacked anything that moved mindlessly and could devastate the countryside if present in great numbers. Individually, they weren't considered a great threat. Having only weak claws and jaws and their mindless ferocity, they were often slaughtered by the hundreds by any credible militia. Aidan recalled Hull and Fuller trading stories about their gibberling hunting expeditions. And this one was extremely thin and debilitated, Aidan guessed it had been suffering from a weakening disease common to gibberlings. The wretch didn't carry anything, so Aidan merely congratulated Imoen for the fine shot, never realizing that this was the first time she had killed. Not that Imoen minded. Despite being a gentle soul, she glowed in Aidan's praise and determined to improve her skills as an archer.
The two friends pressed onwards, encouraged from their first victory against a "ferocious" beast. Aidan slowly drew his new wand as he saw the crossroads ahead. They watched from behind the trees as two figures were obviously engaged in some form of argument at the road. One was tall and thin, dressed in bright green with wild brown hair flapping madly in the wind. The other was short, most likely a halfling or a gnome. It had a bared sword in it's hand and was shaking it's fist at the taller figure. They were shouting to each other loudly, but Aidan couldn't make sense of the words. Neither of them looked anything like Gorion's murderers and the companions decided to greet them. Aidan tucked his wand up his sleeve, ready for use in case of ambush. As they neared the scene of the argument, Aidan began to wonder if this idea had been a good one after all. The taller figure was a human, possibly some kind of wizard. He had wild eyes, wilder hair and a heavily tattooed face. He was yelling obscenities mixed with nonsensical ranting at his smaller opponent, who was a halfling. The most dangerous halfling Aidan had ever seen. This one had a wicked scar on his face and a nasty sneer that would have frightened a rabid dog. He was dressed in studded leather armor and carried a short nasty blade in his hand. Like his taller compatriot, he was cussing and ranting. Suddenly the arguing strangers hushed up, glanced at each other and turned around appraising the nearing companions. There was a moment of awkward silence, after which Aidan offered nervous greetings to the taller, tattooed man.
"A child wandering the wilderness? Surely you must be none too bright to be traveling these roads." He remarked in his weird, whiney voice to his short companion.
"And ye look a bit scuffed, too. A fine pair of troubles all your own." The thuggish halfling replied grinning maliciously to the man in green.
"Indeed. I can offer you healing potions, if you wish, as a token of good will." The robed man continued, actually displaying two potions."
Aidan hesitated for a moment. " I'd be grateful for any assistance." He replied after a moment of thought. He could examine them later, he rationalized as he accepted the green-robed man's offered vials.
"Nothing to fear from these simple potions, and I'll not even hold you in debt, though your conscience knows otherwise." The tattoo-face glibly explained and shot a glance at his short comrade.
"Just like all good people." The halfing smiled nastily.
"Perhaps as payment you would go with us to Nashkel. It is a troubled area and we mean to investigate some disturbing rumors surrounding the local mine. Some acquaintances are very concerned about the iron shortage. Specifically, where to lay blame in the matter. You would be useful, though I'll not hold you to it. We are to meet the mayor of the town, a man named Berrun Ghastkill, I believe." The tall man continued.
"Your conscience be your guide." The halfling suggested.
Aidan shot a glance at Imoen, who had followed the conversation from further away. She gave him a small nod. "At least until Friendly Arms", Aidan thought. These two looked dangerous, but if it was a danger directed against his enemies, Aidan had no problem.
"I would join with you, but I must meet someone first. Perhaps you will go with me?" Aidan smiled at them disarmingly.
A pair of dissatisfied scowls was their response. He steeled himself for a violent counter reaction, but the tall man simply acquiesced glumly. "We've precious little time, but it's best to travel accompanied."
The halfling glanced darkly at them. "Aye, we'll go wit ye. Ye owe us fer our time though."
Aidan and Imoen introduced themselves to their new companions, who did likewise. The taller man declared himself to be Xzar, a master wizard. Aidan wasn't so sure of that, the man seemed clearly unbalanced but was he a mage of power? That remained to be seen. His halfling companion offered up Montaron as a name, nothing else. He seemed even more dangerous than Xzar, and kept his blade bared constantly. Still, Aidan was glad to have their company. Who knew what dangers were awaiting them along the way to Friendly Arms?
Aidan's decision was rewarded soon after as a lone wolf attacked them without a warning. Luckily Imoen saw the danger before it managed to ambush them and wounded the animal with an arrow. It went straight for Xzar who waved his dagger like a madman, shouting something about "death" and the "destruction of worlds". Luckily for his mad companion, Montaron pierced the wolf's flank with his blade as it leaped for Xzar's throat. Howling in pain, the beast turned to face it's assailant, only to get a magic missile from Aidan's wand into the wound made by the halfiling's blade. The wolf took a few stumbling steps, whimpered, and fell to ground. Aidan and Imoen sighed in relief, Montaron cleaned his blade and Xzar attacked the already dead wolf with madman's ferocity. It took both Montaron and Aidan to calm him down.
They travelled north the next few hours, mostly in silence. Imoen tried to start converstions with both of their new "friends", but she failed miserably. Montaron answered only in short grunts while Xzar's nonsensical babbling only served to confuse. The wizard was clearly out of his mind, and both Aidan and Imoen felt the unease common when one is forced to be around unrestrained maniacs. Furthermore, Aidan noticed that Montaron and Xzar seemed to hate each other. Each and every time they spoke to each other, both ended up threatening bodily violence to one another. Only when one of them (usually Montaron) reminded the other about their employer, did the threat of bloodshed pass. Who would hire such thugs and maniacs, Aidan didn't know. The dynamic duo was just heating for another argument when Imoen whistled softly. Everyone looked, and saw that an old man was standing around the large stone way marker positioned at another crossroads. As the flamboyantly dressed stranger saw them, he began to walk straight towards them.
The stranger had a flowing white beard, and was dressed in red. He had fine robes, a fur trimmed cloak and a wide brimmed pointy hat. In fact, he looked like the archetypal wise old wizard. In his hand he held a fine staff, in the other a long pipe that was still smoking. The old man's eyes flashed cunningly as he appraised the companions.
"Ho there wanderer. Stay thy course a moment to indulge an old man. It's been nigh unto a tenday since I've seen a soul walking this road, and I've been without decent conversation since. Traveling nowadays appears to be the domain of either the desperate or the deranged; If thou woulds't pardon my intrusion, might I inquire which pertains to thee?"
Aidan saw the old man's sharp eyes see straight through him and for some odd reason knew that the stranger knew all about him.
"Not to imply anything, but how do you measure up to your own standards? Pestering strangers about their mental state doesn't seem all that well adjusted to me." Aidan snapped back, somewhat defensively. He regretted his words straight away, but was relieved when he saw that the strange old man hadn't taken any offense.
"Point well taken, and thou hast answered my query most adequately." He nodded at Aidan and continued,
"I shall think of thee as determined instead. I shall trouble thee no more, as thou art more than capable of the task at hand. North is the Friendly Arm Inn, where I am certain thou shalt find trustworthy friends awaiting. I have said too much and taken too much time from thee. Fare thee well."
The stranger then walked past them and disappeared along the west road. Aidan glanced at his companions, and was surprised to see them both looking very pale. Xzar seemed actually frightened and Montaron was trying to compose himself. Why the old man had had such an effect on his erstwhile traveling companions, Aidan couldn't even begin to guess.
The group continued onward past the huge rock which served as a signpost. They took the north road which led to the Friendly Arms Inn. Aidan had heard some stories about the place, mainly that it had been a citadel of evil captured by adventuring party who had converted it into a inn. The young wizard shivered despite the warm weather. His life had changed so abruptly with Gorion's death and it felt like he was a piece of debris still falling after a massive explosion. Where or when he would land, Aidan had no idea.
"The light! The LIGHT!"
Aidan jumped and nearly dropped his staff. He whirled around and saw Xzar hiding his eyes as if in pain. Imoen was watching the spectacle trying to suppress her giggling and Montaron looked disgusted. After some waiting Xzar was composed again and ready to continue on, but Aidan felt worse than ever. What hope would he have to even survive in his dangerous new situation if even his companions were lunatics.
It was Imoen's sharp eyes again, who alerted them to possible danger. Someone was approaching. It was a man, wearing what seemed to be hunting clothes and a long bow. Aidan relaxed. Perhaps this hunter would advise them a little. He stepped forward with a carefully open smile on his face and greeted the man, who introduced himself as Aoln.
"If ye don't mind, please try to keep your voices down. There be beasties about with better hearing than we." The man must have heard Xzar's previous mad episode, Aidan realized ashamedly.
"What should I be wary of in this area?" He asked the man, thinking that the he looked like an experienced hunter.
"'Round here? I wouldn't worry yourself too much, unless you're brainless and charge everything you see." Aidan couldn't help but to wince, thinking of Xzar.
"Mostly gibberlings, but they aren't too much of a hassle. A fair bow and good sword-arm could handle one, maybe two. More with mage or cleric backup. Wolves have become a bit more predatory lately. I think it's because more people are hunting for their food, seein' as how the iron shortage took away their normal livelihoods. A hungry wolf is a nasty thing, and I wouldn't travel without a group if I were you." With that, Aoln nodded to him and walked past them.
Again with the iron shortage. Aidan wondered how bad it really was, and what was behind it. He would most likely soon find out.
Some hours later, after the darkness had long since fallen over the travelers, they saw a massive fortress looming ahead. It was the Friendly Arms Inn and Aidan, whose feet were sore yearned to rent a room and sleep for a year. The two guards on the gate stopped them and briefly asked about their business to the inn. There was no entry fee, only a suggestion to behave "or else". Not looking to cause trouble anyway, Aidan led his small group inside. The courtyard was empty as the time pushing close to one at night. Yet, the inn seemed alive, for they heard loud music and sounds of merriment wafting from the windows of the keep. Eagerly pushing forward, Aidan leaped at the stairs only to run straight into a stranger who was rapidly coming them down. Red faced Aidan started to stammer an apology, but his words caught in his throat as he saw the man more clearly. He was perhaps in his early thirties, mean and nasty looking and was appraising Aidan with a startlingly cold stare.
Then he started speaking in a friendly voice. "Hi friend. I've not seen you here before today. What brings you to the Friendly Arm?"
Despite the man's conversational tone, Aidan didn't trust him in the least. "I am here to meet some friends." Hoping that this would deter any villainous intents the stranger had, Aidan was surprised by his next words.
"Oh, you must be whom I am to meet then. I will take you to your friends, but first I should be sure you are the correct person. Is your name Aidan?"
Aidan saw a dangerous glint in the strangers eye and was certain that he was lying. "Sorry, but no." He replied and started to push past the creepy man. "I don't think you're the person I'm supposed to meet."
The stranger scowled and roughly pushed Aidan backwards sending him into Montaron and caused them to stuble down the stairs.
"Really? I would beg to differ. You fit the description, so I think it would be safe to assume you are the one I seek. Don't move. I have something for you." He snarled and started spell casting.
Imoen acted first and shot a quick arrow at the Mage. She hit him in the shoulder and disrupted his spell, causing it to fizzle harmlessly. As the man struggled to begin the casting of another enchantment, Xzar and Montaron fell upon him, stabbing with their blades. Xzar's dagger embedded itself in the Mage's chest and Montaron sliced his gut open. All three fell in a tangle down the stairs. The guards were running towards them, and demanded that weapons were to be lowered. A stable boy had seen the whole thing, however, and according to the rough frontier law the inn lived under the companions were cleared of any responsibility. Aidan knelt by the body of their attacker, and grabbed his spell book. Somebody grabbed his arm, and Aidan saw it was Xzar.
"Whelp! I demand to have that tome!" his face was so twisted with rage that Aidan jumped back in alarm.
But he didn't wish to relinquish his prize, as another spell book obviously would speed his magical arts forward. After some more shouting, they agreed to share the tome in interest of peace, but Aidan was determined to study it even that night.
As they prepared to go inside, Imoen handed him a note without saying a word, merely pointing at the corpse that was currently being carried away. Aidan rolled it open and read the text in a state of growing shock.
"BOUNTY NOTICE
Be it known to all those of evil intent, that a bounty has been placed upon the head of
AIDAN the foster child of Gorion.
Last seen in the area of Candlekeep, this person is to be killed in quick order.
Those returning with proof of the deed shall receive no less than two hundred coins of gold.
As always, any that reveal these plans to the forces of law shall join the target in their fate."
No doubt the notice had been given by the same people who had already murdered Gorion. Aidan felt sick. Who could want him dead? And for what purpose? Who would pay 200 gold for the death of a single unimportant youth out of Candlekeep? He stashed the note deep in his pockets, determined to keep it from being seen by Xzar or Montaron. He wasn't sure if it was wise tempt those two with a promise of 200 gold. Following his friends, Aidan stepped inside.
The inn was noisy and filled with patrons even at this late hour. There were some hushed conversations and dark looks shot their way, but mostly they were ignored. Aidan spied Imoen chatting with the bartender, a small wizened gnome in robes. Montaron and Xzar were trying to get rooms. Aidan spotted a woman approaching him, and greeted her warily.
"Welcome to the Friendly Arm Inn. Looks like you had a rough journey." She said with a sympathetic look.
"Yes, the roads were crazy. Who are you, anyway?" Aidan said a little rougher than he had meant.
The woman didn't seem offended however. "My name is Nessie. The Mirrorshades hired me to work at the Inn almost five years ago and now I wouldn't leave it for the life of me. It's wonderful here, with new faces passing through every day."
In response to Aidan's question about the Mirrorshade's she replied: "Oh, Bentley and Gellana. They run the place. Bentley's behind the bar, there, and you can usually find Gellana in the temple. I'm usually here, waiting tables and making sure everything stays nice and clean."
Aidan wondered if the gnomish husband and wife team was a part of the adventuring party which had originally conquered the place.
"So who are the new faces here, now?" he asked, hoping to gain a possible clue on both Gorion's friends and his attacker.
Nessie didn't disappoint him. "With the roads being what they are right now, there aren't too many faces around here that are new anymore. Unshey's been taking this time to write a new book, and Khalid and Jaheira have been waiting anxiously in the corner over there, sleeping in shifts to make sure they don't miss whoever it is they're waiting for..."
Khalid and Jaheira! Aidan's face lighted up with hope and he tried to spot them in the crowd while Nessie continued.
"Who else? Let's see, Landrin's on the top floor, drinking up a storm, and then there was... well, Tarnesh..."
She looked at Aidan. "I'm really sorry he caused you trouble--he was all wit and charm until he heard that there were visitors at the gate... We don't allow any fighting here. We have very strict rules about that sort of thing but the guards say he jumped out of the shadows at you and there was nothing you could do..."
Aidan was already anxious to finish this conversation and start looking for Khalid and Jaheira.
"That's really about it. Everyone else has been here for the past two months, at least. We're so full that there's even been talk of letting people throw down their bedrolls in the temple."
He smiled at Nessie in friendly way and thanked her. Trying to spot his foster fathers' friends, he pushed towards the corner where Nessie had indicated he would find them.
Aidan found them very quickly, sitting in the corner. Two decidedly elfish looking people, a man and a woman. They were talking to each other, but hushed up when they saw Aidan staring at them. The woman rose up rather hastily, and walked straight to Aidan while the man followed close behind. As she came closer, Aidan saw that she was not an elf. A half-elf rather, someone with both elven and human blood in her veins. She was quite beautiful in a exotic way, well built and athletic. Her male companion who was dressed in chain male armor trailed behind her. He seemed to be a half- elf like his female companion, and wore a worried expression on his face as he scanned the crowd behind Aidan. The female turned to face the male, who shook his head at her with a sad look on his face. The woman turned to face Aidan again and offered greetings.
"Greetings. You... you look familiar, though it's not your looks. I am not sure what I expected, but I believe you are Gorion's child."
Aidan's eyes widened at her matter of fact tone.
"I am Jaheira; this is Khalid." She continued, pointing at the her companion.
"G-good to know you." Khalid stammered in a somewhat squeaky voice that somehow didn't fit his image as an apparent warrior.
"We are old friends of your adopted father." Jaheira continued.
"He is not with you? I must assume the worst; he would not permit his only child to wander without his accompaniment." She glanced at Khalid with a grief-stricken face.
He agreed sadly, "If. if he has passed, we share your loss."
They both listened silently as Aidan told what had happened.
"Gorion often said that he worried for your safety, even at the expense of his own. He also wished that Khalid and I would become your guardians, if he should ever meet an untimely end." Jaheira said after Aidan had finished.
Thinking for a moment, she continued, "However, you are much older now, and the choice of your companions should be your own."
This again got Khalid's stammering agreement, "We could t-travel with you until you get settled; help you find your l-lot in life." he suggested.
Jaheira nodded at him and continued. "It would be a fitting last service to Gorion, though we should first go to Nashkel."
Xzar and Montaron had sidled near, and their eyes narrowed in suspicion as they heard this.
Jaheira glanced at them. "Khalid and I. look into local concerns, and there are rumors of strange things happening at the mine. No doubt you have heard of the iron shortage?"
Aidan nodded.
"You would do well to help us. It affects everyone, including you. We are to meet the mayor of the town, Berrun Ghastkill."
Xzar scowled and Montaron looked at Khalid murderously. Aidan wondered at their reaction.
"I'm already going to Nashkel. My current companions wish to visit there as well." He replied to her, pointing at the Mage and halfling.
Jaheira sneered in contempt at Xzar and turned back to Aidan. "Indeed? Interesting. In that case I think we should definitely travel as one. You can never be too careful about the dangers of the open road."
She paused, turned to coldly look upon Xzar and Montaron and finished, "Wherever they may spring from."