PALAMON
Palamon walked to the door of Cauldron and opened it. He slowly walked down the halls till he got down to the blacksmith's place. He picked up a sword and tested its balance and sharpness. He threw the down the sword and said, "I need a drink."
ATHMAE
The room was bitterly cold than usually, and something was really disturbing Athmae. She sat up in her bed to think. "I can't believe I'm going to do this," She said to herself pulling on her shirt, pants, and boots.
She walked out her door and opened Palamon's door only to find he wasn't there. His sheets were all tore apart and there were papers and clothes all over the floor. There was something shiny on the floor. Athmae bent down to pick it up. It was a bottle of whine that was all most empty. "Hmmm...I wonder." She said walking out of the room. She jogged to the Cauldron door and ran down the corridor to the tavern. The torches in the corridor flickered as she ran past.
Athmae walked into the tavern doors and looked around. She spotted Palamon at a nearby table. He stood up and said, "Athmae! Come and have a...hiccup...drink with me!" Athmae put her hand on her face then walked over to him. She put his arm around her shoulder to keep him from falling on the floor.
"Come on lets go." Athmae said softly trying to hold up Palamon's weight.
"Where are we going?" Palamon slurred.
"Up...stairs." Athmae replied dragging him into the corridor.
When they finally reached the Cauldron door, Athmae leaned Palamon against a wall, and opened the door. Palamon slid slowly down the wall, but Athmae caught him before he fell to the floor. She dragged him all the way to his door and tried to stand him up. He swaggered over to his bed then turned toward Athmae and said, "Athmae, will you come to bed with...hiccup...me?"
"Gods no!" She exclaimed pushing Palamon onto the bed. Palamon grunted then smiled at her as she took off his boots. "What you need is sleep. Cause tomorrow you're to have the biggest hang over." She walked to the head of the bed, undid his black leather vest, and pulled it over his head, making him lift up a bit and smacking his head on the headboard when she took it off. Palamon was still smiling at Athmae. She threw the covers over him and walked to the door.
"You forgot my pants!" Palamon yelled after her as she shut the door.
Athmae paid no attention to his comments when he was drunk. Whenever Palamon was depressed about something he would get very drunk. She was always the one who made sure he never did anything extremely stupid. She closed her bedroom door once again, took off her clothes, and climbed back into bed.
"Arggg." Palamon moaned resting his head on the table the next morning.
"Here, drink this." Athmae said setting a tall mug in front of Palamon's face.
"Thanks."
"Does this hurt?" Athmae asked touching Palamon's temple.
"OUCH! Yes!" Palamon hollered.
Athmae laughed at his expense. "You should stop drinking so much, that way you won't have these nasty hangovers in the morning!" She replied meekly pinching his cheek. Palamon waved his hand at her to stop.
The door to the Cauldron slammed open as Achmed enter the room looking furious. Shortly after, Grunthor entered the room with two men flung over his shoulders. Achmed sat down in his throne sideways and watched as Grunthor threw the two men in front of him. Athmae panted Palamon on the head and walked over to Achmed and leaned on the side of his throne. "What's going on?" She asked.
"Thieves were snooping around the Bloglands." Achmed replied.
"We swear we just passing through." The first thief said with a tone of sarcasm in his voice. The second thief gave a small chuckle.
"Want me to slice of their heads?" Athmae asked pulling out her bladed ring.
"What, you're going to kill me with that ring princess? Like to see you try." The first thief retorted. Athmae started to stand up when the second thief elbowed the first on hard in the rib. "What!" he yelled at the second thief.
"Tha...That's" The second stuttered pointing toward Athmae. The first looked over toward Athmae and went pale. "Quit staring or I'll tare your eyeballs out" Athmae said forcefully.
Both the thieves bowed down their heads and the first said, "We're dreadfully m'lady. We didn't realize who you were. I'm Tredic and this is Alric. "
"Whoa, back up! M'lady?" Athmae exclaimed.
"You...You don't know?" Tredic said looking up in shock.
"Know what?" Palamon asked walking towards the two thieves, and swayed when he stopped. Both Tredic and Alric's faces turned white again.
"After you and Athmae disappeared 1400 centuries ago, you were considered the best these in the land." Tredic explained. "And both of you were renounced as King and Queen of the Forlorn Thieves. But since then other people took the king and queen title. But you two are still known as the best...in some circles of our community."
"That's what Jason meant by queen." Athmae said out loud.
"No way!!" Jo exclaimed hopping off the stairs. "You're the Queen of Thieves Athmae? Athmae Grieff?"
Athmae nodded. "That means you too must be Forlorn Thieves." Athmae said.
"Indeed we are M'lady." Tredic replied.
"Well Jo this is your chance to join the Forlorn Thieves." Athmae said smiling at her.
"No that's ok." Jo replied.
"What?" Athmae said the smile washing off her face.
"I want to train under the best."
"And that would be"
"You! Duh!"
"No, no, no!" Athmae said walking away.
"Please!" Jo pleaded walking with her.
"No."
"Please!"
"No." Athmae said slamming her door shut in Jo's face.
"Grrrrrr." Jo growled and stamped her foot.
Palamon walked to the door of Cauldron and opened it. He slowly walked down the halls till he got down to the blacksmith's place. He picked up a sword and tested its balance and sharpness. He threw the down the sword and said, "I need a drink."
ATHMAE
The room was bitterly cold than usually, and something was really disturbing Athmae. She sat up in her bed to think. "I can't believe I'm going to do this," She said to herself pulling on her shirt, pants, and boots.
She walked out her door and opened Palamon's door only to find he wasn't there. His sheets were all tore apart and there were papers and clothes all over the floor. There was something shiny on the floor. Athmae bent down to pick it up. It was a bottle of whine that was all most empty. "Hmmm...I wonder." She said walking out of the room. She jogged to the Cauldron door and ran down the corridor to the tavern. The torches in the corridor flickered as she ran past.
Athmae walked into the tavern doors and looked around. She spotted Palamon at a nearby table. He stood up and said, "Athmae! Come and have a...hiccup...drink with me!" Athmae put her hand on her face then walked over to him. She put his arm around her shoulder to keep him from falling on the floor.
"Come on lets go." Athmae said softly trying to hold up Palamon's weight.
"Where are we going?" Palamon slurred.
"Up...stairs." Athmae replied dragging him into the corridor.
When they finally reached the Cauldron door, Athmae leaned Palamon against a wall, and opened the door. Palamon slid slowly down the wall, but Athmae caught him before he fell to the floor. She dragged him all the way to his door and tried to stand him up. He swaggered over to his bed then turned toward Athmae and said, "Athmae, will you come to bed with...hiccup...me?"
"Gods no!" She exclaimed pushing Palamon onto the bed. Palamon grunted then smiled at her as she took off his boots. "What you need is sleep. Cause tomorrow you're to have the biggest hang over." She walked to the head of the bed, undid his black leather vest, and pulled it over his head, making him lift up a bit and smacking his head on the headboard when she took it off. Palamon was still smiling at Athmae. She threw the covers over him and walked to the door.
"You forgot my pants!" Palamon yelled after her as she shut the door.
Athmae paid no attention to his comments when he was drunk. Whenever Palamon was depressed about something he would get very drunk. She was always the one who made sure he never did anything extremely stupid. She closed her bedroom door once again, took off her clothes, and climbed back into bed.
"Arggg." Palamon moaned resting his head on the table the next morning.
"Here, drink this." Athmae said setting a tall mug in front of Palamon's face.
"Thanks."
"Does this hurt?" Athmae asked touching Palamon's temple.
"OUCH! Yes!" Palamon hollered.
Athmae laughed at his expense. "You should stop drinking so much, that way you won't have these nasty hangovers in the morning!" She replied meekly pinching his cheek. Palamon waved his hand at her to stop.
The door to the Cauldron slammed open as Achmed enter the room looking furious. Shortly after, Grunthor entered the room with two men flung over his shoulders. Achmed sat down in his throne sideways and watched as Grunthor threw the two men in front of him. Athmae panted Palamon on the head and walked over to Achmed and leaned on the side of his throne. "What's going on?" She asked.
"Thieves were snooping around the Bloglands." Achmed replied.
"We swear we just passing through." The first thief said with a tone of sarcasm in his voice. The second thief gave a small chuckle.
"Want me to slice of their heads?" Athmae asked pulling out her bladed ring.
"What, you're going to kill me with that ring princess? Like to see you try." The first thief retorted. Athmae started to stand up when the second thief elbowed the first on hard in the rib. "What!" he yelled at the second thief.
"Tha...That's" The second stuttered pointing toward Athmae. The first looked over toward Athmae and went pale. "Quit staring or I'll tare your eyeballs out" Athmae said forcefully.
Both the thieves bowed down their heads and the first said, "We're dreadfully m'lady. We didn't realize who you were. I'm Tredic and this is Alric. "
"Whoa, back up! M'lady?" Athmae exclaimed.
"You...You don't know?" Tredic said looking up in shock.
"Know what?" Palamon asked walking towards the two thieves, and swayed when he stopped. Both Tredic and Alric's faces turned white again.
"After you and Athmae disappeared 1400 centuries ago, you were considered the best these in the land." Tredic explained. "And both of you were renounced as King and Queen of the Forlorn Thieves. But since then other people took the king and queen title. But you two are still known as the best...in some circles of our community."
"That's what Jason meant by queen." Athmae said out loud.
"No way!!" Jo exclaimed hopping off the stairs. "You're the Queen of Thieves Athmae? Athmae Grieff?"
Athmae nodded. "That means you too must be Forlorn Thieves." Athmae said.
"Indeed we are M'lady." Tredic replied.
"Well Jo this is your chance to join the Forlorn Thieves." Athmae said smiling at her.
"No that's ok." Jo replied.
"What?" Athmae said the smile washing off her face.
"I want to train under the best."
"And that would be"
"You! Duh!"
"No, no, no!" Athmae said walking away.
"Please!" Jo pleaded walking with her.
"No."
"Please!"
"No." Athmae said slamming her door shut in Jo's face.
"Grrrrrr." Jo growled and stamped her foot.