Chapter 10 - Payment in full...



Governor Nighthill stood in the hall of the keep his head bandaged and the wounds suffered the night before attended to by his clerics as best they were able given the circumstances of the attack.
Hrodulf watched as Morfindion approached the governor "My Lord" he said "please explain to my companion the request you have made known to me".

The governor looked to Hrodulf and approached both he and the Elf. "I cannot thank you enough for the axe work you have already performed but I have a proposition for you... I would ask you... And your companion here... To follow in the wake of the raiders, find where they are lurking, what they have planned... If you can I would ask you to return here with what information you have and I will ensure that it is passed on to my own masters and we will crush these raiders completely. Do this for me and I will pay you in gold... 250 pieces for each of you"

"you would pay that just for word of their   movements and for what they plan? I can tell you part of that already... They are plundering and taking slaves... It is the bread and butter of raiding. That is what they are doing... Perhaps to build an army to put the sword coast under the yoke of their masters"

Grimnir spun in his hands "you owe me 125 gold pieces old man... No... 250... I'll take his share" he says hitching a thumb ar Morfindion "as he has done nothing to earn it" Morfindion spluttered as Hrodulf spoke, "I do not need the coin my lord" he said looking between Nighthill and Hrodulf "I will do as you ask". "I will still take his share" Hrodulf said with a grin that did not reach his eyes.

The governor handed Hrodulf a bag of coins which he hefted, judging the quantity by their weight and nodded. "I will track them and we shall see what we can discover"
Nighthill nodded and said "you may take what you need from our stores... We have some access to healing magic that we can share with you... My sergeant here can direct you to the alchemist. May the gods bless your endeavours"

Hrodulf and Morfindion followed the guardsman out of the hall and into the lower levels of the keep where the alchemist kept his work rooms. They were each given two vials and assured that they would offer some healing power when consumed. They gathered the provisions they required and headed out into the lands beyond Greenest following the wake of the raiding party.

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