Trouvere
Explorer
Gildrim extends a hand, notices the state of it, and reconsiders. He sizes up Weel and Richard for a moment longer.
"Och, weel, Ah mean, well, thaur is somethin' that's bin worryin' in th' back ay my mind. Ye see, Ah went wi' three ithers intae th' fenlands ay-"
He stops.
"Nae, niver mind that juist noo. Mebbe ye'll listen tae th' sorry tale efter. Dae ye ken th' local merchand Maister Alvar Thorne? He wis our employer. We haed an agreement that if we cam back empty-haundit, we wad still be paid, but he'd uise truith-tellin' magic tae be shuir we'd tried our best, an' werenae juist sayin' we haed tae cheat him. An' haur Ah am, empty-haundit, an' th' lest ay th' three. Noo, Ah'm nae sayin' Ah dinnae trust th' man. But Ah've haed a spat ay ill luck, an' Ah cannae help but think that Grendath's mebbe nae yet finisht wi' me. It gaes conter tae everythin' it is tae be a dwairrrrrf tae lat a streenger gae castin' spells oan yer heid. But Ah wisnae expectin' it tae be me wha'd hae tae dae it, but young Cyian-"
Again he breaks off, and rubs a hand under his nose.
"Sae, dae ye think ye coud see yer way tae comin' tae Thorne's wi' me, an' standin' by tae lend a haund if he's up tae nae guid? Ah'd put mair faith in ony ay th' Red Dragon's customers than in Thorne himsel."
"Och, weel, Ah mean, well, thaur is somethin' that's bin worryin' in th' back ay my mind. Ye see, Ah went wi' three ithers intae th' fenlands ay-"
He stops.
"Nae, niver mind that juist noo. Mebbe ye'll listen tae th' sorry tale efter. Dae ye ken th' local merchand Maister Alvar Thorne? He wis our employer. We haed an agreement that if we cam back empty-haundit, we wad still be paid, but he'd uise truith-tellin' magic tae be shuir we'd tried our best, an' werenae juist sayin' we haed tae cheat him. An' haur Ah am, empty-haundit, an' th' lest ay th' three. Noo, Ah'm nae sayin' Ah dinnae trust th' man. But Ah've haed a spat ay ill luck, an' Ah cannae help but think that Grendath's mebbe nae yet finisht wi' me. It gaes conter tae everythin' it is tae be a dwairrrrrf tae lat a streenger gae castin' spells oan yer heid. But Ah wisnae expectin' it tae be me wha'd hae tae dae it, but young Cyian-"
Again he breaks off, and rubs a hand under his nose.
"Sae, dae ye think ye coud see yer way tae comin' tae Thorne's wi' me, an' standin' by tae lend a haund if he's up tae nae guid? Ah'd put mair faith in ony ay th' Red Dragon's customers than in Thorne himsel."