Chapter 2

Torgir sat up and stretched his arms as far above his head as he could, then opened his mouth and yawned. He looked around groggily, seeing a campfire going with what looked like two small squirrels roasting over it.

"Morning Torgir!" Jericho said as he spun the squirrels over the fire. "I was up bright and early, so I went off and caught us some breakfast. Hope you don't mind the size, I figured small would be good so we could head to town fast as possible."

The dwarf nodded tiredly and scratched his chin through his short red beard, and muttered "Aye, good planning lad, good planning." As he got up and began to organize the belongings for their leave-taking.

He checked over all their gear mentally. His trusted bastard sword was there, their bedrolls, Jericho's weapons of choice, the amulet they had retrieved, their armor, and their gold bag. All seemed to be in order. He went to sit by the fire, then turned and noticed the gold bag had fallen over. He shrugged, supposing a wind had picked up in the night, though he would've felt something strong enough to tip over their hefty gold bag, but then decided to think nothing of it.

They quickly downed their small squirrel dinner, strapped on their armor and weapons, lifted their packs to their backs, and started down the road again. There was a small breeze that day, that blew the dirt of the road around gently. To their right, the leaves blew gently on the thick forest growth, and to their left stretched gently blowing grasses, that covered the slopes of the hills of Fayegoria.

About an hour and half went by before they topped the hill from which they could see the small inland town of Fayegoria, and they both sighed in slight relief at the thought of the soft beds, and their reward for the mission they had completed. Renewed and in good spirits, they took for the town in a pace faster than before.

However, in a matter of minutes, the two realized their trip would not end in peace, as an arrow whizzed from the forest and bent against Torgir armor before falling to the ground. They both reacted quickly, Torgir drawing his swords moments before Jericho shot three arrows into the dense woods, and getting lucky. They heard a small, raspy screech, and the thump of a small body. They waited at the ready for a few minutes, then decided it was just one renegade something, and lowered their arms.

However, at that exact moment, a small group of 5 small kobold warriors charged out of the forest screaming, spears pointed at the pair of wanderers. The dwarven man responded with a shout of his own as he drove his sword into the chest of the nearest attacker, then drew it out and slashed another one across the arm.

Jericho was not so lucky, only having had his bow ready. He fired off a shot that missed due to his panic, and got a decent nick in the arm from a spear tip. He dropped his bow and slashed at his attacker with a small dagger, hitting across it's scaly reptilian snout. He looked to Torgir, and saw he was doing ok with his two remaining attackers, so promptly dodged a spear thrust and drove his dagger into the head of the other kobold, letting it stay in as he dodged another thrust while the body fell to the ground.

Torgir let out another loud cry, and brought his sword down right on the head of one of the small creatures, slicing it in half down to the chest level. He then kicked the other in the stomach in his moment of opportunity while the other watched his comrade fall in shock. As the kobold stumbled back, he ran towards Jericho and his attackers, taking off the head of the kobold that still attacked his partner.

Jericho regained his footing after evading his attackers weapon, and quickly picked up his bow and aimed for the last kobold, who was just getting ready to charge after regaining it's strength. It plowed at them as fast as it could, a viscous sound escaping it's throat, which was followed by a gurgle as an arrow lodged itself in his windpipe.

The two stood panting for a moment, looking at each other, and the bed bodies on the ground, before Torgir spoke. "Well, if thar be kobolds, thar be more kobolds. Aye, we best be making for Fayegoria as fast we can." Jericho quickly nodded in agreement, and they both took for the town, excited by their victory, though small, but not excited enough to pay no attention. Nothing happened to come from the forest again though, and before they new it, they stood at the gate to the small town, of Fayegoria.