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.Aidan sighed.He knew how this would most likely end.If only Morgrim would arrive, he could walk away without a fight.“I guess he can’t remember, Durm,” replied the fat one.“Maybe we should refresh his mem’ry”They all laughed self-importantly.Suddenly, the last of the men, a giant, red-haired fellow with the build of a field ox, slammed his meaty hand on the table.Durm leaned forward.“My friend here would like you to move so we could have our table.”Aidan looked up at the three men.Smiling invitingly, he said, “There’s no need to get upset.Why don’t you and your friends sit down here and join me for a drink?”As he finished the sentence, he threw the remainder of his drink at Dunn, then slammed the cheap metal goblet on the red-haired giant’s hand.Both of the men recoiled from the surprise attack.He took advantage of that opportunity and got to his feet.As soon as Aidan stood up, the fat man charged in.Aidan quickly sidestepped the attack and grabbed the man’s arm.Raising it over his head, he pivoted his hips and watched with satisfaction as his attacker flipped in the air and landed with a whumpf on his back.By this time, Durm and his companion were ready for another go-around.Aidan sized up his two opponents with a practiced eye.He could handle Durm easily enough, the man was all bluster and soft muscle.It was his companion, the ox, whom he worried about.They moved forward and he braced for the attack.Before he could raise his arms, however, he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head.Someone had thrown a bottle.Aidan’s head spun and before he knew it, the giant had both of his hands locked behind his back.Durm strutted forward, producing a thin dagger from his belt.“Not so fast now, are you old man,” Durm said.“I think I’ll gut you right here for what you did to me and my friends.”Aidan shook his head, trying to recover from the thrown bottle.If he could just shift his weight a little, he’d be able to kick the gloating man in the face.Before he could do this, however, a soft voice floated from the bar.“I think he’s had enough, don’t you.”Durm spun to face the voice.Aidan looked over to see Morgrim, dressed in a simple brown robe.Even without his vestments, the man had a malignant air.Durm must have sensed this, for he chuckled nervously and said, “Yeah, sure.We was just havin’ a bit of fun, weren’t we boys.” He nodded to the giant.“Let the man go, and let’s be on our way.”The mighty grip relaxed, and Aidan made his way toward Morgrim, rubbing his wrists to restore the circulation.The three men looked at Morgrim once and then quickly left the bar.“What took you so long?” Aidan asked.Morgrim flashed him a grin.“I was busy doing some research,” he replied.“Besides, you looked like you had everything under control.I especially liked the way you blocked the flying bottle with your head.”“Demons take you, man!” Aidan nearly shouted.“Do you think this is some gods-blasted prank?” He was too angry and confused to deal with the priest’s newfound levity.Morgrim’s smile vanished.“I see your meeting didn’t go so well.Come, let’s talk business if it’s a dark mood you’re having.” The priest pulled Aidan into a corner and whispered.“I found out a couple of things that might interest you.First, Alaslyn Rowanmantle did commission a blade for you from Khulgar’s weapon shop.You should lay a few inquiries up that tree and see if it yields fruit.”Aidan nodded.“What’s the second thing?”Morgrim looked about the room before continuing, “Apparently, there are rumors of some sort of transaction, purportedly over a dagger, that will take place tomorrow in the sewers.If we can witness that transaction it would be most beneficial.At last, something constructive to do, Aidan thought.* * * * *It was early evening by the time Aidan found himself in front of Khulgar’s shop.Briefly, he stared at the evening sky, splashed pink with the last rays of the setting sun, and paused at the door.The air was still, poised as if the slightest breeze would shatter the twilight scene.He breathed deeply, gathering the stillness into himself.His life had changed so much in the last tenday that it took something as unfailingly regular as the coming of night to remind him of who he was.With a sigh, he entered the shop.Blades of various shapes and sizes, from short-hilted daggers to elaborately crafted two-handed weapons, hung promisingly on display, and a number of finer ones lay behind rune-inscribed glass.The heat from the back forge poured over him in waves.He shuddered once, trying to expel the cold that had settled into his bones.Winter was never kind in Tilverton, and every year his old body found it more difficult to fight the chill.He waited patiently for a clerk, gratefully soaking in the heat, until a lad finally came out to assist him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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