The Age of Heroes (The Last Great Hero Book 1) by Scott J. Robinson

Author:Scott J. Robinson [Robinson, Scott J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-11-12T00:00:00+00:00

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Rawk put the dagger back onto the cloth and picked up another, longer weapon and tilted it to catch the light.

“That is genuine redami steel.”

Rawk didn’t say anything. He tapped the dagger on the side of the wagon.

“And that is a ruby from the mines of Frensch.”

“You think I’d buy a dagger because of a ruby on the hilt?”

“Well...”

“You think I’m some lord who wears weapons for show?”

“Of course not, Rawk. I was just—”

“The tang is broken,” Rawk said. He tossed it down onto the cloth.

“I’m sure it isn’t.”

But Rawk had already wandered away. The markets were buzzing with activity. Five ships had berthed in the harbor that morning, disgorging an array of cargoes and hordes of foreign sailors with coin to spend. They moved around the stalls, chattering in their own languages and stuttering through half sentences with the locals. They shopped with abandon, seeming to want some of everything. A tall, bearded man bought a whole carton full of sweets. Another, no bigger than a dwarf, handed over fifty ithel for rolls of bright, colorful silk. He lugged them away, one on each shoulder. A woman, with blue and red hair and five rings in her ear, haggled to the last ithel over a carved wooden figurine. And wherever they went, the merchants worked harder to find sales amongst the locals as well.

One huge sailor, tattooed and hairless, swaggered over to a tent where another big man sat at a table.

“This will be interesting,” Rawk muttered.

Hubb had been making a living from arm-wrestling for at least five years. He sat in his seat at various markets and people came and handed over their money. He did lose, but not often.

The sailor pulled out some coins, thumped them down on the table and sat down in the second chair. He stretched his arm, loosened his wrist and got ready. Hubb had been wrestling for most of the morning and was more than ready. It was all over very quickly. It always surprised Rawk how it took just a second for many strong men to lose. He’d come to the conclusion, long ago, that it was as much to do with technique as strength.

Rawk found a seat by the side of the river, watching as the crowd swirled past. Hubb took money off two more men who should have known better then stood up, stretched, and made his way towards Rawk.

“Anyone would think you’ve retired, Rawk. Sitting around here sunning yourself.”

“Someone is looking for me so I thought I’d sit around in a public place for a while.”

“Do you want Dan Beketh to find you or do you want enough witnesses that he’ll have second thoughts?”

“You know about that?”

“Everyone does.”

“Well, let’s just pretend I want an audience,” Rawk said. Then he changed the subject. “I thought you retired.”

“I did.” Hubb sat down and stretched his legs out before him.

“Did you run out of money?”

“I just spent so much time telling people I wasn’t wrestling any more that I might as well have been doing it.

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