Arcadia Chapter 7

Arcadia 7
The party sits at the bar ordering tonight's dinner. After a couple minutes the bar becomes cluttered with plates and mugs of mead and wine. At the end of the bar sits Kurt, looking through his pockets looking for spare change. "Y'know this coin purse holds more than enough for two meals?" Farathil offers. "No, you won that bet fair and square I need to earn my meal as you earned yours, by gambling." Kurt smiles as he walks over to a nearby table with two men arm wrestling. Farathil gives a slight chuckle, and takes another drink of his spiced wine. While taking his drink he sees a shadowy figure sitting in the dark corner of the inn. His two serpent eyes almost glow revealing the figure's scaly head hidden behind an intricate, exotic looking helm. Farathil recoils from being slightly disturbed from the piercing eyes. "Barkeep," the Argonian bartender turns around "Who is that armored Argonian in the corner?" "All we could get out of him was his name, his name is Steel. He's usually quiet so don't worry about him". Farathil shrugs and downs the rest of his drink to go sit by the now blazing brick fireplace. The fire dances and flickers emitting a soft warm glow on the elf's face. A shadow grows over his glowing face. "You never told me your business on this "quest". Farathil looks up to see Atesan, the young herbalist/hunter. "I'm not exactly sure what my part on this is yet, I guess I am here for the ride until we get to Arcadia" Farathil answers. "Then what?" Atesan asks. "Hmm, haven't thought that part out yet" hesitates Farathil. "You really haven't told me your reason for leaving your home, its odd that you leave at a seconds notice". Atesan bows her head down to think about it. "Well" she gives a slight pause "The forests of Arcadia are vast and I've only lived in one my entire life, and ive been living a couple months in the trees after some goblin marauders set my cabin on fire". Farathil looks stunned "Well it's good we came by when we did". "You don't say" Atesan laughs. Farathil yawns, "Well since there's a large chance of me getting drunk tomorrow at a dwarven bar I might as well get some sleep". As Farathil walks to the staircase leading to the hallway a hand stops him on his shoulder. "Going to sleep so soon?" Kurt asks. "Yeah might as well going to be a long trip tomorrow" Farathil answers.  Farathil gets to his small and cozy room, and plops down onto his loft bed, and drifts of almost instantly to a nice dream of sitting in his old tree reading a book at home when he was young.

End of Chapter 7…