Coming up the street was a motley assortment of characters. At least that’s what Narom thought as the travelers made their way to them. One elf, two brothers, a prissy guard and a gypsy woman. Sigh.
“Oh here they come now!” Absolom walked over excitedly. “Hi everyone! I’m Absolom, and that man over there is my uncle Narom.”
“Greetings young man. My name is Reisling Blanc.” The well-dressed man executes a proper Beinesse bow, even tipping his hat in one full swoop.
Absolom smiles as the long, blue feather passes near Narom’s face. “Nice hat you have there. Where could I get one?”
Reisling smiles courteously. “I earned this one. I am a veteran of His Majesty’s guard.”
Absolom looks dejected. “Oh, ok. I guess I’ll just have to settle for this old cap.”
Reisling can barely contain his smile. “That cap is magnificent!”
Absolom looks up, and seeing the approval from Reisling, places the cap on his head.
Narom watches this with disinterest. “We really should be going. Staying inside the city is not safe.”
One of the human men speaks up - this one is in gleaming full plate armor. “I agree. It is time to leave.
Absolom looks over. “What is your name sir?
“I am Eric Michaelsson of Dracholt. This is my brother Karl.” He points over to the other young human male that is dressed very differently. This one has brown robes on - monk’s robes.
“Hi duke!” Karl nearly bounces over in his excitement to meet the young boy.
“Well hi!” Absolom returns the handshake and manages not to be knocked over.
The gypsy woman speaks. “Careful Karl. Let’s not hurt the young man.” She smiles and walks over. “My name is Elliyanna. I am here to help you. I’m sorry about your father.”
“Thank you. May I ask you a question?”
“Of course.”
“Is it true that you can read people’s thoughts?”
“Is it true that you can read people’s thoughts?”
Before Elliyana can answer, Narom interjects. “Absolom! Be polite!”
Absolom hangs his head dejectedly, and then looks up at Ellyianna. “I’m sorry ma’am. I did not mean any insult with my question.”
She smiles, and lightly places her hand against the duke’s cheek. “No insult taken. It’s a valid question, and one that I would expect the future ruler of Linham to be curious about. No, I cannot read someone’s thoughts.”
“Oh, well......ok. I’d just heard....” Looking at his uncle dissuaded any further questions.
“We really should be leaving.” Narom steps into the foot hold and swings up on to his magnificent war horse.
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