Book 3: Chapter 26: Clan Herder

Book 3: Chapter 26: Clan Herder

Could we off the proprietor of a popular establishment in the middle of said establishment and get away with it? Folloow current novÊls on nov/3lb((in).(co/m)

The bar was busy and loud, so there was a chance nobody would notice. Though it was possible the pounding was all in my ears

How did Ironbellows know that I was an Otherworlder? Was he guessing? Did he just suspect? Had they successfully bugged our tavern and listened in on our conversations?

All those thoughts swirled through my head as red began seeping into my vision and my fingers slowly crept unbidden to my warhammer. I activated [Flash of Insight] to focus my raging thoughts.

Did it really matter? It wasnt as though the concept of the Chosen was new; itd been going on possibly since the start of time. It was esoteric knowledge, and even if they knew about it, your average person wasnt liable to try and mess with someone literally given a job by the Gods.

Of course, that left the non-average, like crazy people, powerful people threatened by a Chosens actions, or other Chosen. There was a definite benefit to keeping my status on the lowdown.

And I wasnt going to off some random Brewer just because theyd asked a question. Deny, deny, deny, that was the ticket!

What do ya mean by Otherworlder? I asked, as innocently as possible. I tried to activate [White Lie] but this clearly wasnt one. My high Charisma at least kept the quaver out of my voice. Even if he had [Truespeech], that wasnt technically a lie, either.

Ironbellows laughed and slung an arm over Appletina. Looks like I win tha bet, hun.

The ginger dwarfess elbowed I guess he had to be her husband gently in the ribs, but didnt try to shove him off. She sighed and kicked one foot morosely. Aye, that you do.

Aqua held up her hand, her mace already gripped in her other palm. Can someone tell me whats going on? Are we fighting?

Ironbellows drew back in shock. What?? No! Why would we do that??

Even Penelope scoffed.

Ironbellows smug expression slowly shifted to embarrassment. Ah, was it some great secret? I apologize.

I dont think most dwarves even know that other worlds exist. Richter stated, matter of factly.

Then its a good thing I said it here where nobodys watchin. Sorry, eh? Ironbellows sketched a small bow.

Hooooold it! I held my hands up. First, why do ya think Im a you know?

Ironbellows looked around the room, and shrugged. If yer wantin' to keep it a secret, lets move this upstairs." He pointed to the ceiling above our heads.

We glanced up, then at each other. Did we trust a possible enemy and walk into his den?

Slaggit. I wanna know. Aqua hissed. Pete?

I sighed. I too wanted to see how deep the rabbit hole went. Im in. Everyone else?

There was a chorus of Ayes. Worst case, Richter still had that defensive spell ready to go at a moments notice, and Balin could find us easily.

We followed Ironbellows and Appletina to a locked closet door, which turned out to be the stairwell to the next floor. We followed him up the creaky stairs to a fairly standard hallway. He opened the second door on the left and we were welcomed into a homey little study. There were several cushy lounge chairs, a bookshelf, a very nice wooden desk, and a corner table covered in paperwork. A trio of lanterns gave off dim light, playing flickering shadows upon the walls. It smelled like old wood and lamp oil.

There was a young dwarf seated at the corner desk, pencil scribbling furiously. He stood up when the door opened and gave us a curious nod as we entered behind Ironbellows. The youngster had a simple traditional knotted beard and wore the grey robes of a journeyman brewer. He did not smell like onions. Neither did Ironbellows, come to think of it.

Ironbellows nodded back. Journeyman Pennystock, Ill be needin the office fer a bit. Go down and help in the bar. See that were not disturbed.

Yessir, Master Herder. The dwarf gave us a curious look as he exited, closing the door behind him.

After a few seconds, Aqua opened the door a crack and peered outside. Hes gone.

Course he is. Anyone want a smoke? More ta drink? Ironbellows asked, pulling out a pipe and lighting it up.

I opened it up and began reading aloud. The forward was written in dwarven runic, though in what seemed to be an older dialect. To my descendants, or whomever else is reading. This journal contains my past on the world of Earth, my thoughts on what the future will hold, and details on an event called the Game of the Gods. Members of my clan should always know how to spot one of the pieces in the Game the beings the Gods call Chosen Catalysts. Should you find one of them, do your utmost to tie beards with them, as they can bring great wealth and power to our clan. They should appear approximately every 4000 years.

And Jean Herder explored Crack about 12,000 years ago Richter mused. The time is right.

I speed-read the next few paragraphs, which mostly contained information we already knew. Chosen would be the epicenter of change and revolution, they would be surrounded by Titled, theyd probably have Godly weapons/armour/Abilities, and they would Specialise faster and have higher stats than your average dwarf. There was also a warning to avoid any Chosen with warlike or political tendencies.

I flipped the page. The next chapter was in French, and I could barely make out one word in five.

I frowned at Ironbellows. So, is this how ya guessed I was a Chosen?

Aye, he said. Yer tavern is famous for having nearly every worker Titled. I talked with yer Guildmaster, Malt, and he said you became a [Brewer] faster than anyone hed ever seen. And then there was all tha chaos youve been brewin with yer brews. Seemed to fit, and yer reaction proved it!

Ugh. Fine sleuthing indeed, and if he could figure it out. Damn, is everyone going to know?

Ironbellows shrugged. Im not sure this is common knowledge.

Richter shook his head. I did a bunch of reading back when we were tryin to figure out what in da Nether you were, Pete. There were a few references to other worlds, but nuttin bout da Chosen.

Appletina jumped in, a bit desperately, And we only approached you after we spent a few months looking into you lot. Youre good folk, hard working dwarves with a love of the brew. We were actually going to come visit after our competition, but you beat us to it! We really dont want to fight!

But the most important part is in the back. Ironbellows said, pulling my attention to the back of the book. Jean left a letter.

I flipped to the back chapter, which was a very short epilogue. It had a small paragraph in dwarven, another in English, and the rest in French.

Before I could start reading, Ironbellows quoted it out from memory. To you Chosen, who my clan has chosen. I hope that you will take my generosity to heart, and treat my clan well. Our clan has always wondered what it says next!

I nodded, reading along in my head. The next sentence was in English, with terrible grammar. I had to read it a few times to understand, then chuckled, darkly.

What!? What!? Aqua squealed.

Its a bunch of insults. Seems he wasnt a fan of the British or Americans. He says that he has nothing to leave a dog of the King, and America should have chosen their allies better.

Ironbellows looked crestfallen, and I held up a hand to forestall him.

Theres a bunch more in Jeans native tongue. Its short, and I recognize some of the words, so Ill give it a shot. No guarantees.

I squinted at the page for a few minutes, then pointed out words I recognized. *Ahem*. Alright, it starts with tha word fer compatriot or maybe countryman. Then tha word fer friend. The verb offrir, which Im pretty sure means ta offer. Cant read the next bit... these words are gold and silver. I think this next word is treasure? And this next bit translates to the White Wall. I petered off as I felt the oppressive weight of every eye boring down on me.

Everyone screamed at once, DID YOU SAY TREASURE!?

*Bing!*

New Quest: The Travellers Treasure

What treasures await? Only the Gods could know. Hey, that's me!

It probably isnt just the friends youll make along the way!

Treasure Found: 0/1

Rewards: +0.5 Intelligence, Treasure?

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