The Trip Home

Shadimir lay wide-awake back at his room back at the temple of Osiris. He looked at the rug-covered floor, seeing Deidra curled up in a wool blanket, sleeping sound fully. The halfling's snores didn't bother the silver haired hunter, but sitting here in this quiet room doing nothing did.

The hunter quietly exited out of his room, walking over to the hieroglyphs. He studied them again, carefully noting the other events that took place within the Mulharondi Pantheon.

"You both looked pretty banged up when you both came in," Jess said softly, quietly approaching the hunter slowly.

Shadimir nodded at the priestess of Isis. "Would you believe we were retrieving the Scepter of Osiris, battling the Minions of Set, and witnessing a battle between Osiris and Set themselves."

Jess laughed," With what I have seen from many adventurers, I do find that hard to believe."

The silver haired man shrugged. "All right, we actually didn't see the battle between Set and Osiris, but everything else we did."

The priestess laughter turned into a look of sadness, but relief. After getting a confused look from Shadimir, she softly spoke," It's not that I don't believe you, it's just my grandmother died trying to find the Scepter of Osiris. She was a pretty powerful druid."

Wondering if Jess' grandmother was the druid he and Deidra met in Methwood, he quickly asked," Is your grandmother's name Carmenea?"

Jess nodded, then walked over and wrapped her arms around Shadimir, weeping gently. Shadimir smiled, gazing into Jess' green eyes, seeing how her eyes matched those of the druid's.

Jess kissed Shadimir's cheek. "Now her soul can be at rest."

After healing their wounds, and consoling Jess, telling her how they met her grandmother, Shadimir told Deidra he would get a carriage for them in the marketplace.

Shadimir noted the marketplace wasn't as busy as it was before, but he did spot Deidra's former master, now working at the newly repaired jewelry stand. The large former slave owner, now jewel merchant still had the dark purple welt on his face, courtesy of Shadimir's bag. The hunter smiled at the merchant, who slowly avoided the hunter's eyes.

After walking for what seemed like four hours, the silver haired hunter managed to buy a carriage from a rich couple. The carriage was large, had a curtains, and was pulled by two beautiful black horses.

Shadimir slowly wheeled his carriage to the temple of Osiris, where Deidra patiently waited for him. The hunter couldn't believe the many gifts the temple had given the halfling. "They said it was thanks from Osiris," she said happily, climbing into the carriage.

Reaching down for his bags, a tall dark haired carriage driver materialized out of nowhere in front of Shadimir.

"I'll get those for you sir," the driver said with a wink, placing the bags in the carriage.

"So how far to Cimbar, Shadimir?" asked Deidra sitting next to Shadimir, as the carriage traveled up and down the smooth road.

The hunter tried to remember how long it had taken him to travel from Cimbar to Unther. "Maybe, a day or two travel," he responded.

Deidra frowned at the thought of sitting in the carriage for two days alone with Shadimir. It wasn't the hunter was bad company far from it, but the halfling needed something to entertain her.

Remembering back at the temple of Set, Deidra looked up at Shadimir and asked," Aren't you going to tell me the story of Kelemvor trying to sneak into Brightwater to watch Sune and the other goddesses bathe?"

The silver haired hunter bit his lip. He actually never heard that story, but looking up, he saw the Lord of the Damned sitting across from them. "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

The dark haired halfling's eyes widened, seeing Kelemvor, donned in a blue silk shirt and brown pants. Kelevmor smiled at Deidra and Shadimir, grinning. "I'm proud of you. Both of you," Kelevmor stated," Shadimir you have proven that you can really face the undead."

"We didn't actually fight the undead," commented Deidra, staring at the god's blue silk shirt."

"True, but Carmenea's roaming spirit was put to rest when you two gave Osiris back his scepter How you had seen the temple was from her eyes, when she herself had tried to retrieve the scepter herself."

Shadimir's thoughts turned back to Jess, who had given him her old, but magical bastard sword; Gabriel, and a deep passionate kiss, just before he left for the marketplace. He had a feeling that their paths would cross again someday.

The hunter's thoughts were interrupted by Deidra's request of the Brightwater Bath Story.

"So what's this about you trying to sneak an avatar into Sune's bathhouse in Brightwater?" she asked the Lord of the Damned curiously.

The Lord of the Damned laughed, then began his story," Well, it was an idea concocted between Tempus, Shaundukul, and Oghama, I was there to help disguise them as bath maidens, and when we were found out, we paid dearly for it…"

The End