The Wayward Wizard by Jeff Sampson

Author:Jeff Sampson [Sampson, Jeff]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7869-4163-6
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2006-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

Holding the paralyzed lizard thing by its tail, Sindri strolled back over the tiled floor to where Tayt glared up at Wilden with her hands propped firmly on her hips.

“You want to know something?” she said, her tone sharp. “You know those slavers? They were taking those gully dwarves to a wizard. A wizard who was going to use them for dark magic. But I bet your Conclave doesn’t care one bit about that, does it?”

Wilden crossed his arms and smirked. “No need to be so angry,” he said, shaking his head. “If you’re right about what you say, then the Conclave won’t punish you. But you were using magic and stealing from people, and right now that’s all we care about.”

Tayt snorted. “That’s worse than taking slaves and torturing them?”

Sindri cleared his throat, and both humans turned to stare down at him. Unable to move anything else, the lizard creature’s eyes darted back and forth, studying them and the shimmering gold temple.

“You know,” Sindri said as he walked to stand between the two, “my old uncle Barty Suncatcher once had a run-in with a pretty snooty Knight of Solamnia. Back then that was pretty rare, since no one liked the knights till the war and all, so Barty was fascinated with the man. But of course, all the knight did was accuse Barty of stealing his things—daggers, steel, the usual. Barty did no such thing, but since he didn’t want the knight to be mad at him and not invite him on any more quests, Barty always handed over the daggers and steel from his own pockets, so as to stay friends. After a while, Barty got pretty tired of this and told the knight that no way, no how would he give the knight any more of his own things, and if the knight couldn’t learn to keep track of his belongings and stop accusing people of stealing, then he could go jump in the Blood Sea for all he cared.”

With Tayt and Wilden both watching him with raised eyebrows, Sindri walked past them. A petal-shaped protrusion from one of the shimmering gold walls was low enough to work as a little chair, and Sindri sat down. He set the rigid, paralyzed lizard creature on his lap and leaned back against the glowing wall.

“Of course,” Sindri went on, “the knight was none too pleased about this. See, both Barty and the knight just knew they were right, and neither would ever just admit that maybe the other one might have a point. So despite no longer adventuring together as friends, the knight still followed Barty around, and Barty followed the knight around, and whenever they ran into each other accidentally-on-purpose, they did everything they could to make the other’s life miserable. Barty would put a bucket of tar above the knight’s door when they both stayed at an inn so that the bucket would drop on the knight’s head when he left his room. The knight would rip holes in all of Barty’s packs so that his belongings would fall as he traveled.

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