Shepherd's Wolf by M. Andrew Reid

Author:M. Andrew Reid [Reid, M. Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2013-10-05T23:00:00+00:00

Red Harbor

Red Harbor was nestled in a narrow river valley that led up into the steep Central Mountain range. Located on the north coast of the Great Inner Sea, it was geographically useless to most players. Red Harbor was an NPC town, sleepy and quiet. The village was comprised of a handful of huts, a small wharf, a ragtag fishing fleet, and a tavern. A small stone keep sat on top of a hill nearby - the house of the local NPC lord and a place for the villagers to run if raiders came calling. Raiders never had come calling and likely would be disappointed if they did; there was nothing of value in Red Harbor.

Even the food was nothing to get excited about. Haymaker poked at a piece of fried fish. He was watching Bishop, waiting for his friend to take the first bite. Bishop was doing the same, and a standoff ensued.

Finally, Haymaker reached for his cup. Some fisherman had brought back a nice keg of beer from a trip to a larger city; it was the only thing that made waiting in the town bearable.

“So we’ve got another week of this?” Haymaker swatted at a fly.

“This is exactly what we did at the Haven.” Bishop still had not taken a bite of his fish.

“The food was better.” Haymaker managed to grab the fly and flicked it away.

“How would you know? You haven’t tried your fish yet.”

Bishop cut a piece of fish with his fork and placed it confidently in his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully and took a swig of beer. His eyes never left Haymaker’s.

“Bad?”

“Terrible.”

“As I was saying,” Haymaker repeated, “we have another week of this.”

“At least. I don’t like the rumors I’ve been hearing”

“Well the rumors are true,” Wisp suddenly appeared seated between them, his legs on the table. “I am the greatest.”

Haymaker spit out some fish in surprise, and Bishop shook his head. “Get your feet off the table.”

Wisp reluctantly removed his feet from the table. He was wearing full battle gear - dark leather reinforced with rivets and small plates of black iron. The iron was wrapped in soft cloth to keep it silent. A black harness held a couple knives, extra darts, and several lengths of thin wire. Across his back was the Spark Katana; around his neck and partially covering his face was his magic cloak. His pale grey eyes gleamed with mischief. “Is this what you two do all day?”

“This is important work,” Haymaker said. “There have been no attacks on this inn since we started guarding it.”

“Have there ever been attacks here?” Wisp asked.

Haymaker snorted, “That’s enough questions from you.”

Bishop sighed, “Where is our friend with the bow?”

Wisp shrugged, “Who cares?”

“Uh oh!” Haymaker exclaimed, “Trouble in paradise!” He leaned forward and rested his chin on one massive hand. With the other, he reached forward and patted Wisp’s wrist, “Tell me all about it.”

Bishop frowned at Haymaker, “Leave the boy alone. The last thing I want to hear about is some teenage love feud.

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