This next character, Dagonen, was invented by Dagothorn. We all confused his character with his username at least once, and he teased us about it at the end of the story.
Chapter Three: The Farming Knight
Dagonen approached the fallen figure in the road. The middle-aged man cocked his head to the side and sighed.
"Well stranger," he said, "It's fortunate that this is my hunting day and that our paths met here. A moment more and your head would be farther than you would have cared for.."
The wildman gave Dagonen one look, and passed out from the blow to his head. The commoner slung his crude bow over his pack.
Taking a look left and right, he lifted Nalilothon onto his shoulder with surprising strength and half dragged him down the Great East Road. It branched off onto a smaller country road deeply rutted with many wagons being pulled across it everyday.
Dagonen was dressed as any farmer might be dressed… comfortable cotton pants and a warm cotton shirt with a wool vest. It was hard to imagine him as anything but a modest farmer if not for the body in the clothes. Dagonen had the posture and presence of a king, with a wide chest and thick arms. Long black hair fell to his shoulder-blades and a scruffy beard resided on his chin and jaw.
After a few minutes of walking and dragging, they approached a gentle and rustic dwelling made of white and gray stones. A dog or two were picketed out front.
"Agona! Agona! Open the door," the man called for his wife. The strange man did not seem to badly injured, only dazed and stunned. Still, his wounds were bleeding.
"What is it Dagonen? Another messenger?" asked a voice from inside the cozy structure. Dagonen just rolled his eyes.
"Just come quickly and bring some water!""
A young boy of around nine opened the door and stared at his father with wide eyes. Dagonen winked and dragged the bloody wanderer indoors.
"Dagonen. I just started cooking. You'd better have a good reason for…" Agona stopped stop when she came into the hall and saw the stranger bleeding on her carpet. "Who is that?" Dagonen started to answer but was cut off by his wife's disapproving tone. "Oh no, Dagonen. Not another stranger in our house! Heaven knows we've had too many strange visitors in these parts."
Frustrated with his wife, Dagonen turned to shut the front door.
"Now mother, surely we can afford to lend this stranger some aid. We've only got one today. Have you ever known to me to turn away one who needed help?"
Agona sighed and nodded her head. Together they moved the stranger into the living room. The hovel's chimney began to billow white smoke as Agona prepared the midday meal and warm tea for their new guest.