Chapter 15: "Mission Accomplished"
The Leaky Cauldron soon stood directly in front of us; its windows glared suspiciously and pointed fingers in accusation. According to the nearby bongs of a distinguishable clock, it was exactly two o'clock in the morning. My friend at length dropped the shroud of darkness he had kept on us and prepared for the final task of the night: facing Angelo and hoping we did everything right. Looking at each other in apprehension, we opened the door and entered the Leaky Cauldron.
"Do you have it?" the man in the far corner table asked statically. Walking over in silence I swung my backpack off and unzipped the large front pocket. The hilt had stuck out of the backpack because the sword was so long, but Angelo peered inside to see the blade, as if he doubted his own eyes.
"Well done," he simply responded.
"That was it? That's all he's going to say?" I thought furiously. I wasn't expecting a parade, but a little more gratitude would have been nice. It wasn't much of a sword, but still, there was the magic. How could anything that beaten up actually hold sorcery?
"What should we do with it?" my friend had questioned during my musings.
"Keep it with you," the Brethren wizard replied, shrugging his shoulders in the manner that my friend always did. "It is of no use to us until it is claimed." He got up and started to head out the door.
"Claimed?" I tried to ask, but Angelo had already gone.
The Leaky Cauldron soon stood directly in front of us; its windows glared suspiciously and pointed fingers in accusation. According to the nearby bongs of a distinguishable clock, it was exactly two o'clock in the morning. My friend at length dropped the shroud of darkness he had kept on us and prepared for the final task of the night: facing Angelo and hoping we did everything right. Looking at each other in apprehension, we opened the door and entered the Leaky Cauldron.
"Do you have it?" the man in the far corner table asked statically. Walking over in silence I swung my backpack off and unzipped the large front pocket. The hilt had stuck out of the backpack because the sword was so long, but Angelo peered inside to see the blade, as if he doubted his own eyes.
"Well done," he simply responded.
"That was it? That's all he's going to say?" I thought furiously. I wasn't expecting a parade, but a little more gratitude would have been nice. It wasn't much of a sword, but still, there was the magic. How could anything that beaten up actually hold sorcery?
"What should we do with it?" my friend had questioned during my musings.
"Keep it with you," the Brethren wizard replied, shrugging his shoulders in the manner that my friend always did. "It is of no use to us until it is claimed." He got up and started to head out the door.
"Claimed?" I tried to ask, but Angelo had already gone.