Dragon's Shield by Azalea Moone

Author:Azalea Moone [Moone, Azalea]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Azalea Moone
Published: 2020-01-20T22:00:00+00:00

Stooping his head a couple inches to escape the low doorway, Sawyer straightened his spine inside the tavern, his hair brushing against the clumps of straw and wood that made the ceiling. The place was alive this evening. Immediately, he was crowded in. Residents laughed and paraded at the tables. A human woman leaned in her chair in a drunken stupor as she chatted with several dwarven women.

Apparently, they’re not so against humans as he thought.

In the back of the bar, atop a large wooden chair equivalent of the king’s high throne, sat a chubby, old dwarf. A dark, curly beard shrouded his face, the shadows playing off his reddened cheeks hid him even more from the dubious activity happening in the main part of the tavern. He watched the commotion with nothing more than raised brows, sipping a mug most likely filled with ale.

Sawyer made his way through the crowd, careful not to bump into anyone and failing his attempt. “Excuse me, good mayor.” The old mayor glanced up. “My companion and I are looking for stay in your humble village tonight.”

Mayor’s eyes widened. “Could it be?” His voice cracked. “A man of royal stature?”

“Yes sir, my name’s—”

“Sawyer?” Mayor exclaimed, stepping down from his throne. “Why it is you. And what has taken you so long to come back to Yurg?”

“Pardon? I’m not familiar with—”

“Oh, enough of that. Don’t you remember me? It’s Gordak. Your dear mother would visit often when you were a mere child.”

Sawyer chuckled, though found it difficult. “I believe you’re mistaken.”

“What has happened to you, my friend?” Gordak tapped Sawyer on his wounded arm. “Come across dangers in your journey, I see. We have a room at the inn your size, for a price.” The drunken dwarf laughed. “Your mother stayed there too, quite often.”

“Wait.” Sawyer stopped Gordak before he could touch him again. “What is this nonsense about my mother, you drunken...” He paused lest he got into trouble.

Gordak tipped his head. “You really don’t remember, do you?” With a sigh, he plopped back down into his chair. “You were young, maybe eight or nine. Stayed with your mother for a few months and frolicked with the other children in the village, you did.”

“I’ve never stepped foot in Yurg. A year ago, I chased a bounty through the area, but never inside the village.”

“So you are a knight?”

“A hunter. I’m employed by our king, Herman.”

Gordak sneered. “Our king, huh? A shame for you, then. That scum Herman wouldn’t be king if his brother hadn’t died in the crusades.”

“Excuse me, Gordak, but you are speaking to a man of the army,” Sawyer chided. “I best be seeing that Herman knows of your disloyalty toward him.”

“You wouldn’t.” Gordak snickered. “No, you’d like to know more of your mother. I can see it in your eyes. But you must remain devoted to your king before anything else.”

Sawyer tried to hold his anger, but couldn’t. Gordak was right. Whether he would speak to Herman about the mayor of Yurg or not, he’d rather know why Gordak claimed to know him and his mother.

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