Hall The Lucky by V.E. Bailey

Author:V.E. Bailey [Bailey, V.E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Odd Bard Press
Published: 2024-01-19T00:00:00+00:00

14

Sir Reginald On The Warpath

“The Guild’s finished!” A small man yelled, diving out the front window of the Adventurer’s Guild.

Everyone inside froze in place and stared at the towering knight that stood in the entryway, with his helmet held under his arm.

“Might I declare that I laid not a finger on the man?” Reginald said to the members. No one replied. He calmly walked to the middle of the room.

Guild members circled around Reginald but kept their distance. Everyone was wary and tense, ready to fight or flee at any moment.

One brave beastman with a flowing mane stepped forward and approached Reginald. “Word has spread all over town that the famed Guardian has been traveling from inn to inn asking questions about the Guild and starting brawls!”

“I do believe thou hast been misinformed, my good fellow.” Reginald chuckled. “For you see those patrons attacked me. I merely defended myself.”

The beastman scoffed, running thick claws through his mane. “Right! Who would be dumb enough to attack you?”

“Sadly, conventional wisdom doth escape a precious few.” Reginald smiled. “For example, that small fellow approaching me from behind.”

The beastman leaned to look around Reginald, spotting Slic Mic. There was spittle running down the side of his mouth as he tried to keep his balance while holding a chair over his head. The surrounding Guild members raised their hands to Mic, silently mouthing ‘no’ and furiously shaking their heads. Mic stumbled back, then forward, bleary eyed and seemingly unaware.

Reginald turned just enough to eye Mic, who was almost half the man’s height and a third his weight. A spark of realization flashed across Mic’s face. The tiny man gulped, then carefully placed the chair on the ground, scooted it behind Reginald and smiled.

“A place to rest your, uh, royal ass—m’lord.” Mic hiccuped and gave a wide, toothy grin, before meekly backing away.

Everyone gasped. Surely the regal, stoic knight would not tolerate such insubordination.

Reginald stared at Mic, slowly removing his gauntlets, then placed a hand on the chair. The room fell silent—not a breath was heard.

“My sincerest apologies, my good man.” Reginald said with a sincere bow. “Thou art clearly a man of wisdom and generosity. I thank thee—for my royal ass could use a rest,” he chuckled and sat down, setting his gauntlets on a table and whistled between his teeth. “Barkeep! A round of your finest ale for these good men!”

Cheers erupted all around. The beastman rubbed his muzzle in bewilderment. “Sir Knight, if I might ask—if you’re not here to arrest, then why have you come?”

The door in the back slammed open, banging into the wall and knocking a picture down. “What on Naihme is going on out—?” Big Pete stood in the doorway. The massive orc dwarfed virtually everyone in the room save the beastmen, and of course…

“Reginald?”

Reginald stood and bowed. “Peter Gulm. You are as large and commanding as ever. How hast thou been?”

“You!” Pete stomped up to Reginald, with guild members leaping out of his way. “You’ve got some nerve

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