Realms of Magic by Brian Thomsen & J. Robert King

Author:Brian Thomsen & J. Robert King [Thomsen, Brian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7869-0303-0
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast LLC.
Published: 2014-02-09T00:00:00+00:00

Elsewhere, in a dingy ordinary in the meanest ward of Ankhapur, Will o’ Horse-Shank, brownie by blood, opportunist by breeding, was in a sulk.

Fate’s against me, he railed—venting in his own mind so no others could hear him. Two nights before, he was certain this morning he’d be in silk breeches and drinking firewine. It was sure he was a made man, and all by the wit of Mask.

This morning, though, he perched on a rickety old bench in Corlis’s wine shop, still wearing the tattered hose he’d stolen from a child’s laundry. Clutched like a great outlander drinking horn in his tiny hands was a battered pewter mug, half-filled with the cheapest sack old Corlis could pour—a pretty mean drink. Still, with no more than a ha’ copper left in his purse, it was already more than Shank could afford. The brownie was not much heavier than a fat wharf-rat and barely up to a small man’s shin, and the drink was already making good progress on his wee wits in these morning hours.

For the twentieth time, or at least as many times as it took to drink half the mug, Shank bemoaned the vile spin of Tymora’s wheel that had reduced him to this treacherous state. For a week, he’d cozened an outlander merchant with a tale of dishonest captains, wreckers, smuggled goods, and a galley named Swiftoar, foxing the fool into letting Shank play the broker for the imaginary cargo. All it needed was another day, and the coney would have passed all his coin into Shank’s hands and—heigh-ho!—that would have been the last of this little brownie!

But did the game play that way? No—the greedy fool had to talk around about his coming good fortune and that let out the truth. There was no captain, no Swiftoar, no cargo and, most of all, no coin for Shank to spirit off. Instead, Shank got curses and blows when he came to close the game—and all unjustly of course. It would have taught the outlander a proper lesson if Shank had made off with his cash.

He moaned it all again, even though there was no use in it, and swigged down another gulp of sour brew. The taste reminded him of the empty jingle in his purse. Corlis would be wanting coin for the drink, and Shank didn’t have any. What he needed right now was for a quick and wealthy mark to walk through the door, something not very likely at this squalid ordinary.

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