Chapter 130: Mud Wrestling

Chapter 130: Mud Wrestling

In the frozen dungeon once called The Pit of the Butcher, most of the creatures were hibernating or dead and frozen, victims of the magic that once held the city in stasis and was slowly leaking away. Runt had avoided that same fate by way of his unique status as a minion.

The same skills that made him forgettable, unnoticed, and part of the background had also fooled the spells that affected everyone else. An unfortunate part of Runt spending a few centuries on his own, had been developing the bad habit of talking to himself. As he trudged down the long street leading from the front gates to the center of the city, he unconsciously continued that habit.

"Well, at least the new Baron can build a straight road. I remember this path having zigs and zags nearly every block. And potholes! We used to catch fish in some of them." Carrying on his lonely monologue he passed through the city gates and came to a peculiar crater. After examining the crater, the spots where the monoliths had stood, and the melted stone where Leroy had stood next to Ben's contraption, he scratched his head and let out a long whistle.

"Boss fight. Had to be. Big magics and one ugly bastard killed the other and made him go Boom! Hope both of them stay downstairs for a hell of a long time. If the Butcher had been awake, he'd have been right in the middle of that fight."

He continued down the road, using his cane to steady himself on his peg-leg. He could actually move quite fast, but it helped for his bosses to think of him as slower. Low expectations made for easier job assignments and less chance of being noticed. Not that he'd had many assignments lately, but that was all going to change soon. Everybody would wake up and he'd be running errands for Gristle, counting up the meat, bone and fat for Tallyman, serving the feasts, stirring pots, cleaning dishes, and mopping out the dungeon when the blood got too sticky.

"Either we need a hell of a lot more minions in that town, or I need to find someone powerful to work for who will tell the others to screw off. Maybe the Baron needs a court jester? That would be an upgrade. Well, until I killed someone for laughing at me. Ok, not a good idea. Maybe a cook or doorman? Place looked kind of empty."

Coming into Sedgewick he slowed and looked at the buildings carefully, "What the hell? Did the Druids freeze the town too? Looks like nothing’s even changed." Runt had only been down to the old Sedgewick a few times, but fondly remembered the tavern with the good dark beer, "I wonder if the tavern is still there? Have to check it out."

He found the Butcher Shop in the same place it was before, "Damn, this guy has no idea of what he's doing. No sausages hanging up, no chunks of raw meat aging in the front window, I don't even see a side of beef hanging back there. Maybe the town is just reopening? He's got to have more stuff inside. Is he keeping all the sausage makings in the basement?" Banging on the door, no one answered.

Hearing noise, he went through the alley, and from there could see several people down by the corrals, yelling and carrying on, "Hope to hell one of these yokels knows where their butcher is. Hard to impress the Baron when you screw up the first job he gives you."

As it turned out, Runt didn't even have to ask. It was readily apparent that he'd found the butcher of this little town, "Huh. Didn't expect to find the town butcher rolling around in the mud with a cow. Is he that bad at slaughtering them?"

Two men and a woman were watching the spectacle. What looked like some sort of duelist turned towards Runt. From the way one of his eyes moved, Runt was pretty certain he'd been noticed. He needed to break that talking habit.

"Oh, he figured out a few ways to kill them. That's his idea of having fun. The bull enjoys it, too, especially when he's winning like he is now." He turned back to watching the butcher trying vainly to control the fight as the cow trampled him into the mud. Eventually the big bull gave a loud 'Moo', flicked its tail and wandered back to the other side of the large corral where a couple of cows and a calf were also standing.

The butcher snapped his fingers, dispelling all the mud and grime, but not the bruises to his face (or ego), and walked over to the group, "Your turn, Suzette."

Suzette climbed slowly into the corral, "If you didn't have that cantrip to clean me up, I'd never be doing this. Shit! There has got to be another way to get a strength-based skill."

Suzette cocked her head, "Easy. I was earning a new skill." She shared the announcement.

Why wrestle in the mud when you can soar like an eagle? As did the ancient athletes of Minoan legend, you have learned the skill: Bull Leaping.

Bull Leaping is an AGI based skill.

If you have to take the bull by the horns, it's a lot better to end up behind it than staying in front.

Ozzy blinked a couple of times, "Aw, shit."

Suzette smiled evilly at him, "That's right. We found an AGI skill for you to learn. I'm sure Thumper will help."

"Excuse me, sir, can we talk? The Baron sent me. He needs your help. Sort of an emergency." Ozzy turned to find an odd-looking boy tugging at his apron to get his attention. Ozzy wasn't sure what was odd about the stocky boy, but something didn't seem to be right.

"What sort of emergency?" He quickly cleaned Suzette up with his cantrip.

"Well, it's somewhere between 'Oh shit, is that a Dragon?' and 'Crap. We're all dead, the town is destroyed, and someone is eating your corpse'. How’s that? Now can we get moving?"

"Ok, that's worth taking a trip to see what has Billy's knickers in a knot. Let's go."

"Damn, seriously. Do you need help?" Ben wasn't liking the sound of things.

Runt yelled back, "Nothing you can help with, horse-boy, this is butcher business."

Ozzy started running, the boy with the cane easily keeping pace. Ben looked at them go, "That boy is a strange one, wonder where Billy found him."

Rolly nodded, "He has a way with words though. I like him."