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To yumichan808: I know Errand's real name but this story kind of discards Malloreon so maybe I'll introduce his real name later….I'm not sure. However, you're right….We all love Silk! Smirks
The Lrna Codex
Chapter 3 – The conversation
The next morning, Silk sat at a table while waiting for Larna to turn up. Presently, he was wishing that she'll hurry up as he was getting fed up. Drunken Nardraks with splitting hangovers tend to be a wee bit touchy in the mornings.
After turning down the offer for more drinks; Yarblek and his newly acquitted drinking pals had a notion that drinking more would suppress the hangovers; Silk decided that he'll go upstairs to fetch her instead. Well at least it was a thought; Larna arrived as soon as Silk stood up from the table.
"Why…getting tired of waiting for me? I'm sorry. I had to decide what to take with me." Larna replied, heaving a haversack over her shoulders.
"Get tired of waiting for a lady? Never happened in my life," Silk replied cheekily. Eyeing the weird stuff Larna possessed, he asked. "What is that?"
"Which one?" Larna asked
"That thing over your shoulder and is that a sword? I've never seen one like that before." Silk answered, curious.
"Why don't I answer your questions once we get our horses?" Larna suggested. "Lead the way, my lady."
After reining in the horses and edging them on in a slow gallop towards the Vale, Silk reposted his questions to Larna.
"Well…. This thing here is a haversack, and basically it carries things as you can see." Larna answered.
"But I've never seen that anywhere before. I'm sure I'll have noticed something as new as this." Silk pondered. "Or did you do it yourself? You're a sorceress aren't you?" Silk looked accusingly at Larna.
"Why do you think so?" Larna blinked at the sudden accusation.
"Well, you seem so like Polgara just now when you were explaining stuff and you don't look like any particular people. I can spot what a person is, weather or not he is a Sendar or a Nardrak a mile away and now I am not even sure if you're a Drasnian or not."
"A Drasnian? Hmm…I should have thought about that when they asked." Larna pondered over what Silk had just said. "Yes. I don't deny I'm a sorceress though. I'm younger than Polgara….I think by about ten years?"
Silk blanched. "You do know how old she is right?"
"I guess about three thousand….give or take a few." Larna answered vaguely, adjusting the sword that hanged from a belt around her waist to prevent it from getting into the way of the horse's movement. "I don't really remember."
"Now what kind of weapon is that?" Silk asked interested. He had been observing the sword during the time that they have been talking. It was sleek like most daggers are, but is wasn't a dagger definitely as it was even longer than Garion's Rivan sword and had a slight curve at the end of it.
"Well, my people call it a katana….preferably speaking it is somewhat like a sword but there are many differences in the way it's used." Larna replied. "I prefer using it as I am trained to use it."
"I bet you are." Silk replied remembering the dance that night at the inn. "Your dancing style kind of gave it away."
"Well I've never had any dancing lessons anyway." Larna shrugged. "How long to you think before it gets dark?"
"Well, I think we can make it to the next town if we hurry." Silk answered squinting towards the horizon.
"Then what are we waiting for? I bet that I'll reach there faster, Prince Kheldar." Larna shouted as she took off with her horse.
"Well, I'll have you know that I've never lost a bet in this area yet, my dear." Kheldar answered, urging his mare faster.
They arrived at the next town just before sunset and settled down at an inn somewhere at the outskirts of the town. Ordering something to eat, they sat down to discuss their route to the Vale.
"I'll like to reach there as soon as possible. How long do you think it'll take if we ride the whole day at a fast gallop?" Larna mused, picking at the food.
"About three days or so….maybe faster if we don't meet any trouble along the way." Silk answered. "Is the food not to your liking?" he asked.
"Hmm…I never did get used to the food here even though I arrived here like a month ago…" Larna answered, giving up on trying to make out what was in the stew that was served to them and reaching into her backpack for something else instead.
"Where are you from then? The East?" Silk asked. "I've never heard anyone coming from that side of the world before."
"Erm….ah….I……Well you won't believe anyway," Larna shrugged.
"Try me." "I come from another world or dimension if you will prefer."
Silk stared at Larna, and then fell into a deep thought. Suddenly he shrugged. "I guess it may be true."
Larna laughed. "You know. You are the first person that believed me. Anyone I told mostly thought that I was barking mad." Larna sighed. "And I thought a world where people are familiar with the concept of sorcerer would be open to these ideas."
"Knowing does not mean believing. Hell, I didn't really believe Belgarath until I saw it myself. But after seeing Polgara turn into an owl and Belgarath's wolf form, I should think travelers from a different world as possible." Silk answered truthfully. "However, spare me from any examples please." Silk shuddered, remembering the time that Relg pulled him through solid rock.
"I'll try. No promises though." Larna answered as she took a bite out of an opened package she fished out of her haversack.
"You know that isn't that reassuring." Silk pointed out.
"I know. I try to be." Larna answered. "It's more fun this way."
"My lady, you sure have a weird notion for fun. Are you even normal? Apart from being a sorceress." Silk asked expatriated.
Larna finished the package and placed it into her bag. "Well, I've never been thought of as normal….not even in my own world." Larna answered as she looked melancholy at the fireplace. A few moments of silence passed between the two, before Larna shook her head as if to clear her head from her thoughts. "Well I'll go up to rest for the night." She murmured as she picked up her bag and her sword which she had left beside her chair and moved upstairs to the rooms.
After she left, Silk thought as he finished his cup of ale. Larna was a mystery. True, a Sorceress and further more one from another world was not something someone meets everyday of their life. However he was sure that she was hiding something from him. "She still seems trustable though." Silk thought. Kheldar has never been one to take someone for granted but he was also one that trusts his instincts and so far they haven't fail him yet. Now his instincts told him to trust the otherworldly girl until she proves otherwise.
"Well for my own good, I'll better pray that she is on the good side." Silk mused as he decided to go up to his rooms.
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Haha…I gave in to the temptation of including a character that has a Japanese background. Well should I place her as a Feudal era person or more of one that is at least familiar with technology? Haha give me suggestions, kay? Oh and review…..I luv reviews! Pretty please?.../points at button/