Chapter 2
Celina doesn't understand, but she still could have the right answer. Maybe the church isn't the place for me. Seoul thought it was, but how can I trust him? How can I choose over him and Celina? I'll find her and apologize soon.
I really want to know what's out there; how the real world works. Seoul's never let me outside the church...
***
Gruthal gazed at the young man standing in front of him. A young man, with nothing under his belt, no experience. "So, Syndic," Gruthal started. "You're the one Seoul sent. I imagine you've never been on one of these excursions before." Gruthal, while several inches shorter than Syndic, still managed to look down on him.
Syndic blinked. "No, I haven't."
"And," Gruthal continued, "you don't have nearly any belongings. You're expecting me to give you stuff. Well, I'm afraid we don't havve much lying around. Here's one hundred gold pieces. I'll be expecting repayment in full."
Syndic took the money, nodding courtiously.
Gruthal was not finished, however. "And, take this. May it keep you from harm." He handed over a small ring. "A ring of healing," Gruthal intoned reverently. "This can be used to treat wounds. It needs to charge for 24 hours after each use. Now, you'll be joining Dorn Bladebit on his journey. Help him in any way you can."
There was a knock on the door. Dorn peeked his head inside. "Good morning, Gruthal. Err, bad time?"
"Nah, come in. This is Syndic McHugh, and I want you to take him along with you. Teach him, train him."
"Sure, sure." He turned to Syndic. "Got any weapons?"
Mutely, Syndic nodded. "A crossbow, and a mace."
"That'll work," responded Dorn. "Gruthal, can we get some potions?"
"Yeah, if you fork over some cash."
Syndic counted his own gold as Dorn and Rignite Ti'Anjiru, who had entered with Dorn, dug into their pockets for their coins.
"Uh, Gruthal," Syndic stammered. "Could I get a healing potion?"
"Sure, average wounds, for 100 gold."
"Deal!" Syndic exchanged the gold.
The others made their purchases, and they all bid farewelll to Gruthal.
Celina doesn't understand, but she still could have the right answer. Maybe the church isn't the place for me. Seoul thought it was, but how can I trust him? How can I choose over him and Celina? I'll find her and apologize soon.
I really want to know what's out there; how the real world works. Seoul's never let me outside the church...
***
Gruthal gazed at the young man standing in front of him. A young man, with nothing under his belt, no experience. "So, Syndic," Gruthal started. "You're the one Seoul sent. I imagine you've never been on one of these excursions before." Gruthal, while several inches shorter than Syndic, still managed to look down on him.
Syndic blinked. "No, I haven't."
"And," Gruthal continued, "you don't have nearly any belongings. You're expecting me to give you stuff. Well, I'm afraid we don't havve much lying around. Here's one hundred gold pieces. I'll be expecting repayment in full."
Syndic took the money, nodding courtiously.
Gruthal was not finished, however. "And, take this. May it keep you from harm." He handed over a small ring. "A ring of healing," Gruthal intoned reverently. "This can be used to treat wounds. It needs to charge for 24 hours after each use. Now, you'll be joining Dorn Bladebit on his journey. Help him in any way you can."
There was a knock on the door. Dorn peeked his head inside. "Good morning, Gruthal. Err, bad time?"
"Nah, come in. This is Syndic McHugh, and I want you to take him along with you. Teach him, train him."
"Sure, sure." He turned to Syndic. "Got any weapons?"
Mutely, Syndic nodded. "A crossbow, and a mace."
"That'll work," responded Dorn. "Gruthal, can we get some potions?"
"Yeah, if you fork over some cash."
Syndic counted his own gold as Dorn and Rignite Ti'Anjiru, who had entered with Dorn, dug into their pockets for their coins.
"Uh, Gruthal," Syndic stammered. "Could I get a healing potion?"
"Sure, average wounds, for 100 gold."
"Deal!" Syndic exchanged the gold.
The others made their purchases, and they all bid farewelll to Gruthal.