* * * * DALE--THARKÜN * * * *
Sighing, Garlin slouched down in his sturdy hardwood chair. Across the room, on Jarl's bed, Ethar slept. He's earned it, Garlin thought to himself. He was the one who had been wounded and left behind. They had had an extensive discussion about the incident when he had arrived, and Garlin had explained how he had had bad relations with guards in Dale, and it was therefore his first instinct to run away. Ethar seemed to have accepted this and lay down to rest. Slowly, Garlin's eyes closed, and he, too, was soon asleep.
Garlin was woken up by Jarl, who was shaking him. Come now, Jarl said, We are leaving for Nurn, and Gramil's family has already done the shopping for us. As Garlin woke sluggishly, Jarl was already pushing him out the door. Hurry up, the Oliphaunts are waiting.
Tharkûn
[ October 06, 2002: Message edited by: Tharkûn ]
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