Chapter Two-Hundred Eighteen

Chapter Two-Hundred Eighteen

Lechula

In the recovery ward of the kobold enclave, rests the female pale dwarf, and shes not especially happy about it. That last combined attack still sticks in her mind, right alongside Master Harbingers admonishment. Her hands worry her beard, braiding and weaving it as she wrestles with what happened.

The attack itself was perfect, at least as far as she can tell. Shes pretty sure they could have handled half a dozen least with that move! Six felled quickly with the combined effort of three is efficient right? Shes less certain now. Glancing over at her friend on the bed beside her reaffirms her doubts. Merrik is always prickly, but hes been trying to take this particular wound in stride. Lechula doesnt know if hes distancing himself from her, or if hes trying to support her in his own way.

Its one thing when her actions land herself in the healing ward. Shes been training to be a Shieldbearer since she was strong enough to pick one up, so shes used to taking painful blows, and sometimes learning the hard way how to properly angle her shield to deflect, rather than absorb a hit. Merrik, though hes a proper Steelmage. Hes not supposed to have to suffer a broken shoulder to learn a point.

His situation isnt the only unfortunate bit of reality shes having to cope with. While shes been to the ward before, it was in times of peace, where the kobolds could tend her quickly and send her on her way. They might leave something not-quite-fully-healed as a bit of a reminder, but shed still be in and out in a matter of hours, eager to return to training and to not make the same mistake.

But talking with Master Harbinger for so long has made her suffer bouts of dizziness that the kobolds cant just fix with a simple healing spell. While theyre confident it will pass, shes in no condition to do much besides sit on her bed and worry her beard into knots. She sighs and starts untying the mess shes made. She almost tears her beard clean off when Merrik speaks up.

Are you alright?

Ow! She releases her beard and rubs her neck and chin as Merrik chortles. Its actually a bit of a relief that his prickly attitude seems to be coming back. I thought you were sleeping! You startled me!

I think maybe you needed startling. Youve been staring at nothing for a while and tangling your beard the entire time. Id call it a lost cause and say you should just shave it and start over, but youre stubborn about it.

Of course Im stubborn about it! Its my beard! She glares at him, but that smirk tells her thats exactly what he wants. She takes a deep breath and tries to release some of the tension, but its not that easy. Besides, shouldnt I be asking if youre alright? Im just a bit dizzy, but you can barely move your arm!

He unintentionally proves her point with half a shrug. The kobolds keep saying itll just take a bit longer to fix than most. Im almost relieved, knowing it hurt that badly for a reason. Lechula looks away at that, and he adopts a small frown when he notices. Its not your fault.

Her gaze returns to him in a hard glare. Im pretty sure it is.

His frown deepens for a moment before he smirks and concedes the point. But you still shouldnt blame yourself.

Then who should I blame? she asks, dangerously close to a whine. Merrik briefly considers a few jabs, but swallows them before speaking.

Ah.

She narrows her eyes at him. What do you mean, ah?!

He gives her a measured look before responding. Well, either you were enjoying the view, or my shoulder isnt the only reason your beard is tied in knots. She blushes and sputters at both implications, not sure which she should try to deny, but his wry smirk keeps her from saying anything coherent.

Its not something Ive had to think about before, either but something I find myself returning to, with not much else to do in the healing ward than think and heal. He doesn't elaborate, and Lechula is thankful for that. While shes glad shes not the only one who feels like theyre actually seeing the kobolds for the first time, its also difficult to come to terms with what shes actually seeing.

She almost wishes he hadnt said anything. Itd be easier to pretend nothing is wrong if he hadnt. Her friend soon gets comfortable and takes another nap, resting to let the healing magic work without him interfering, and she takes the chance to untangle her beard. Talking has calmed her some, but the kobolds stick in her mind. Shes not the only one who feels something is off. If it was just her, she could ignore it, but with Merrik she shoves the thoughts aside for now, not wanting to tie her beard into knots again.

By the time she gets it untangled and starts brushing her beard and hair, another dwarf pulls a hand cart up outside the room, and comes inside with a covered basket.

Let me see two? No cheese allergies, I hope? he asks with a smile, radiating a casual uncle kind of feeling. Lechula smiles and shakes her head.

No, thank the Maw. Is that the cheese the kobold said would be delivered?

Yes it is! Mild and soft, but not soft enough to be spread. The cheesers even got special molds made. Look! He pulls out two things from the basket, but it doesnt look like small wheels to Lechula. Instead, they look like kobolds! One is sitting while the other looks to be sleeping, each looking peaceful even with the chains adorning them, the features easily recognizable in the protective wax coating.

Thats she starts, uncertain how to describe her feeling. Thankfully, the deliverer is happy to finish for her.

Amazing, right? This is just a bit of a test batch, but if these do well, Im told hes going to sell them as well as donate some to places like the healing ward and orphanage and such! Itll be a great way to give us all just a taste of how important the kobolds are to the Great Maw!

She forces a smile and nods at that, and accepts the sitting kobold from him, and looks at the little cheese figurine as he sets the other on the table near Merrik. She is a bit hungry, so she peels the back off, and easily extracts the cheese, looking at the kobold one more time.

While it looked peaceful and maybe a little happy in the wax, the cheese one somehow looks a little sad. Maybe its just her own thoughts. She goes to take a bite, but something just seems wrong about eating the little cheese kobold, like biting its head off is a bit too close to what really happens to them. She tries to give her little cheese kobold mercy and stuffs the whole thing in her mouth at once.

It really is a nice cheese, perfect for snacking on its own. Is that how the Maw sees them? As she chews, both the cheese and her thoughts, Merriks words echo in her head, about how hes also thinking about the kobolds. She cant help but come to a decision as she finishes the cheese: no matter how tasty, should even the Maw get to eat people?

Maybe she can ask Merrik once theyre both healed. They should start working on patrols and other training outside of the Maw soon. If theres anywhere she can ask a question like that, itd be somewhere out in the tunnels.